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Midnight Show Flash of blade, twist of steel, someone's goin' down. Gang fight, drug deal soured, doesn't really matter. Another midnight show. Roll weed up in thin paper, while that one finds a vein. Forever the same, sad scene but tonight one's not going home. Another midnight show. Huddled in corner, a woman cries, the man in drunken rage. He's marked her again for some sin imagined in his insane mind. Another midnight show. All are flashes on the screen of the cop's jaded vision. He's seen this all repeat itself, he's tired, God, he's tired of another midnight show.
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