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From my window, I see roads |
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They lead to darkness, leading home |
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And in the midnight of a soul's unsleeping |
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I hear the waterfall of women weeping |
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Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling |
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I hear the prostituted children calling, calling out |
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From the barred and mesh-floor streets |
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Of a winter's night, without a moon |
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I am safe hidden here |
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I am safe hidden here |
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Hiding out |
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I look over chequered fields |
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And the towering web of steel |
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Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling |
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While the empty church's bells are pealing |
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And the green hills lay ignored, untended |
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The lonely watchers remain unbefriended |
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And out in the one-way streets |
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Is a swelling maze, without a door |
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I am safe hidden here |
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I am safe hidden here, yeah |
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I am safe hidden here |
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I am safe hidden here |
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I am safe |
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I am safe hidden here |
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Hiding out |
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I am safe hidden here |
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Hiding out |
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I am safe hidden here |
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Hiding out |
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I am safe hidden here |
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Hiding out |
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I am safe hidden here |
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Hiding out |
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I am safe hidden here |
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Hiding out |
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I am safe hidden here (I gotta hide out, yeah) |
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Hiding out |
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I am safe hidden here |
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Hiding out |
