They Sat there Completely Still,
Watching It All Burn to The Ground,
She With Her Red Dress,
He In His Pale-Blue Suit and Bow-Tie,
She With Her Uneasy Hips,
He With His Empty Gold Cup,
They Danced On The Piano,
As The Sunset Faints,
As The Flames Rise High,
He Kissed Her Technicolor-Lips
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