There are people in my city.
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With sad faces, heavy eyes.
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They roam everywhere, I look into their eyes.
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They are definitely not happy with me.
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There is not a drop of good...
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There is not a drop of love...
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It's deaf in my city.
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Fresh wind, alas, is where it will come from.
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There are rumors in the city.
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That everyone left the beauty abroad.
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There is not a drop of warmth...
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There is not a drop of love...
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Chorus. |
Beasts
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There is no conscience.
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Where are the decent girls, where are the gentlemen?
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Not an iota of conscience.
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Where are the lovely ladies and where are the queens?
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Verse 2. Animals
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There are people in my city.
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They are leaving somewhere for the May holidays.
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All friends and girlfriends.
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They bury their foreheads in Chinese phones.
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There is not a drop of warmth...
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There is not a drop of love...
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There are people in my city.
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Patiently silent, smoking, drinking and stooping.
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Once a year, everywhere.
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Free holidays on city streets.
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There is not a drop of good...
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There is not a drop of love...
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Chorus. |
Beasts
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There is no conscience.
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Where are the decent girls, where are the gentlemen?
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Not an iota of conscience.
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Where are the lovely ladies and where are the queens?
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There is no conscience.
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Where are the decent girls, where are the gentlemen?
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Not an iota of conscience.
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Where are the lovely ladies and where are the queens?
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no conscience... no conscience... |