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The city is running too fast to realize |
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And old man is dying under rags 'n' dust |
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The streets like rivers but full of people |
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I never felt so alone in all my life |
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...I never felt so alone... |
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No one cares no one knows the coldness as the only law |
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I feel it through my veins |
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Hard to talk and meet the eyes, misty wheatyer on our days |
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Where do we go wrong?? |
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They call it progress I call it sadness |
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If everyone is closed in his brainstorm |
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We lose the essence of a good living |
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Am I pathetic or just a realist? |
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...I call it sadness... |
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No one cares no one knows the coldness as the only law |
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I feel it through my veins |
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Hard to talk and meet the eyes, misty wheatyer on our days |
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Where do we go wrong?? |
