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The beating heart inside a crippled and dying city |
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The hungry buzz of business, crime, sex and music |
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Seek refuge in its wide obliviating embrace |
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In Camden Town, to disappear without a trace. |
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The cold breath of November soothes the pain of my wounds |
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My shoulder scraping the million poster bills on the walls |
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The door code is cracked and opens with a metallic click |
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Inside the empty and silent hallway the air is so still. |
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We meet we share our histories |
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We meet our lies divide us |
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We meet we share our histories |
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We meet our lies inside us |
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In her tattoo memories of a distant past |
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Of random looking connections hiding an oder above my grasp |
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They're tracking you! |
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They're watching you! |
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They're tracking you! |
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They're onto you! |
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We meet we share our histories |
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We meet our lies divide us |
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We meet we share our histories |
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We meet our lies inside us |
