People´s voices duck and jump between the lines, the crowds, the tides of people
All to drain away as night squeezes day
as chains are pulled and light runs away
Our well sculpted illusions kind illusions sway
people´s murmur starts to tug on the ear
train breaks squeal
Dirty morning begger kneels
doesn´t look at full lipped mouth purse wallet cows
strutting down the guts of the city
Everyone is judging noone is admitting
stepping and thinking on the brink of living
whatever makes you tick
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