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How did this town get so old? |
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The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold |
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Always caught in between the capital and the other country |
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Always caught in between the river and the valley |
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You can still see the bullet holes |
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You can still sense a little hope |
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Crushed dreams and the martyrs too |
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Silent - ghostly - still so confused |
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Look up to the skies, avoid the casual litter |
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Running from the pitiful nihilism |
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The misguided tweets, the sad Facebooking |
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Cheapness surrounds me but I'm not looking |
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Look up to the skies, avoid the casual litter |
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Running from the pitiful nihilism |
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The misguided tweets, the sad Facebooking |
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Cheapness surrounds me but I'm not looking |
