
City Of Despair
In the grid of concrete
In the city of despair
Wet skin, burning feet
cold blood, hot air
There's no escape
And no way out
There's nothing left
to think about
In the grid of concrete
In the city of despair
Wet skin, burning feet
cold blood, hot air
There's no escape
And no way out
There's nothing left
to think about
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