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In the city the heart still whispers |
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Flaking metal a silent witness |
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There's chemical fields and cathode clouds |
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The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans |
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And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air |
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And send it coughing to eternity |
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We can see the bright light but we can't reach it |
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We are not afraid enough to call |
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Go back wrong way you cannot stay you cannot live here |
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Concrete you don't free my soul |
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In the city the sound is biting |
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Cement fingers they are clutching |
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The emissary of trash decorates the way |
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No wild acres you can see, yearning to breathe |
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Concrete you don't free my soul |
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Blackened hands and heart of steel, |
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No wish to consume, embellish, discard and expire |
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Concrete you don't free my soul |
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Concrete you don't free my soul |
