| Wake up to a world overcast in concrete skies
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| Where the smell of exhaust is a factor in people’s daily lives
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| You elevate to earn yourself the status
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| Then walk home alone at the end of the day in single file
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| Hard to come to terms with how they do it
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| When the streets are lined with houses you can’t live in
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| Meagre sleep to spend time in tall buildings
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| In front of scrolling numbers on computer screens
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| All her friends stay logged into the system
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| In fear of what would go down if they tried to hide
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| Hard to come to terms with how they do it
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| When the air is formed of things that you can’t breathe in
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| Scan the streets in search of something better
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| I’ve been here since I can remember
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| Hard to come to terms with all the consequence at stake to stay there.
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| She’d lie awake for hours dreaming up a better place, where maybe…
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| Hard to come to terms with all the effort that it takes, to stay here
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| She’d lie awake for hours thinking of another way
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| My Lady, you’re gone. |
| It’s done
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| My mind is racing but I can’t feel my head
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| This world an island, isolated conscience buried in the sand. |
| Sleeping
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| The blurry memories they come as they go, so hard to focus when The City
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| watches everything you do and stops you from dreaming
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| I’m leaving
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| Soon |