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If you saw me in the flashing beacons and smoke

Moderately dressed with a few friends

Not perfectly shaven

Not knowing everyone

And you were there in a circle

As uniform as the clothes you wear

Stomping, singing, drinking

And our eyes met for an innocent moment

With our smiles fading briefly

Because we're not sure

Would you still know me?

Would I still be Alex, or am I faceless?

Would you lower your eyes shamefully

And consort in the chorus with your kin

Hoping I can understand until tomorrow?

That's not you

It never should be

Because that's a tomorrow I don't want to wait for

That's a tonight I never want to see