| Empty streets wallow in night lights
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| Crowded for a day, they rest
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| But lonely strangers always gaze
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| At every turn, they do their best
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| While someone’s running from themselves
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| They often want to save some time
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| Instead, they make an old mistake
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| Passionately commit a crime
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| Feeble flesh is torn apart
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| Blood and dust are turned to mud
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| Once was bright — will never shine
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| I gift you with what was mine
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| Take my pains and leave a prayer
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| I am your most sinful player
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| The redemption for my past
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| Turned your smile into rust
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| A child is drowned within
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| Entombed in a pool of tears
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| A grownup is buried alive
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| And lives a life that’s full of nightmares
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| A victim’s always innocent
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| A murderer is sleepless
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| All my tears are pushing me
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| To the loss of empathy
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| I delegate my weaknesses to you
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| And carve a hymn to tyranny
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| With nails that go deep inside your chest
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| I wish you all the best |