I woke up, early morning. We're here at last.
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I've only see the sunrise with my own eyes.
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Sidewalks scream and street lights gleam are part of every moment,
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every moments are own.
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I see the signs and photographs hanging on my walls.
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As you can see we're going nowhere,
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and we're going nowhere fast.
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Street Light
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| Style Over Substance |
