Best Opening Lyrics

In a white room, with black curtains, near the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses, ran down moonbeams, in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles, on you leaving, my contentment.
 
A man walks down the street
He says, “Why am I soft in the middle now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don’t want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard”
 
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