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Walking by the concourse
Lit by the glow of a streetlight
Held up by hallowed ground
And cigarettes flicking all around

In your black eyes
I hoped that I would find
That you were hiding
You were hiding something

And you looked dark and pensive
As your heels hit the floor to the blaring Division
But you didn't have much to say,But you were beautiful anyway

In your black eyes
I hoped that I would find
That you were hiding
Hiding something
But in your black eyes
Lit by the glow of a streetlight
You were hiding
You were hiding something