| Dead
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| Dead streets
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| Concrete
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| Dead streets
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| Dead
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| Born on dead street, grew up on bitterness
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| A message on the pavement, loud and clear
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| Close yet so far, never learned to inhale
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| Chasing anything that gets us anywhere
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| Anywhere
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| Just take me anywhere
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| It’s the sound of the dead
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| The sound of the dead streets
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| The voice of a ghost town
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| Dead streets
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| Dead
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| It’s the sound of the dead streets
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| Bodies to concrete
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| I’m high above grey skies
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| Needles and deep cuts, boredom and loneliness
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| Every yesterday and days before
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| Light are out now, everything happens tonight
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| Up on the roof I’m gonna show myself
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| Take me anywhere, anywhere
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| Just take me anywhere
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| It’s the sound of the dead
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| The sound of the dead streets
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| The voice of a ghost town
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| Dead streets
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| Dead
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| It’s the sound of the dead streets
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| Bodies to concrete
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| I’m high above grey skies |