The city sleeps, the people dream
and i’m still alive
the rain is cold but i feel warm
somehow i survive
tomorrow is gray, the future is dark
we kill ourselves so willingly
just for a spark
i’m living like a memory
intangible and hard to see
don’t understand the way i feel
don’t...
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When you're living on the streets and in the cold
then you start to realize the real meaning of the word "lonely"
you lost your family and your friends going out of control
now you try your best just to see the morning
and when the dawn is closing
i know my time is slipping
no it...
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