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(pg. 32 and 33)
Johnny:...There oughta be someplace without Greasers or Socs- with just people.

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(pg. 6)
(Traffic sounds are coming up and he considers the imaginary street)

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(pg. 71)
(...the TWO GROUPS go at each other in the dark. No light except for the spot isolating PONYBOY and the two waving flashlights.)

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Beauty/Escape

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Down down below me
A place with no hope
Where all that can find me
Is this unwinding rope

In a place filled with darkness
We’re all trapped in the pain
From the cuts on our skin
To the thoughts in our brains

But one day in life
When we all come to die
The shadows of death
Take us into the sky

To a place where we're freed
From this life that we've shaped
And we're finally given
The chance to escape