You pushed further into the abyss
And I was reminded of the time we were stranded
In that Portugese police station stitch
My favorite t-shirt and all of those pictures
Stolen by wandering tramps
But all of my feelings were trapped by the ceiling
Hammered down like passport stamps
Was I to blame, because I took the bait
Or were you to blame for seeing too late
That the writing on the wall
Said this place has been closed
Its a danger to be here at all
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