time's gone on
as you think about
cities growing up
until it's crushing you
guess how you feel
what's like a sketching
your breathing
guess how you feel
guess how you feel
guess how you feel
guess how you feel
the day is dark
when you wake up in the morning
the streets are bare
when death is going round and around
time's gone on
as you think about
cities growing up
until it's crushing you
guess how you feel
what's like a sketching
your breathing
guess how you feel
guess how you feel
guess how you feel
guess how you feel
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