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Wake up to a world overcast in concrete skies 
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Where the smell of exhaust is a factor in people’s daily lives 
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You elevate to earn yourself the status 
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Then walk home alone at the end of the day in single file 

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Hard to come to terms with how they do it 
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When the streets are lined with houses you can’t live in 

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Meagre sleep to spend time in tall buildings 
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In front of scrolling numbers on computer screens 
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All her friends stay logged into the system 
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In fear of what would go down if they tried to hide 

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Hard to come to terms with how they do it 
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When the air is formed of things that you can’t breathe in 
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Scan the streets in search of something better 
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I’ve been here since I can remember her 

( G  E  Em ) 

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Hard to come to terms with all the consequence at stake to stay there 
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She’d lie awake for hours dreaming up a better place, where maybe 

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Hard to come to terms with all the effort that it takes, to stay here 
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She’d lie awake for hours thinking of another way 

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My Lady, you’re gone it's done 

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My mind is racing but I can’t feel my head 
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This world an island, isolated conscience buried in the sand. Sleeping 

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The blurry memories they come as they go, so hard to focus when The City watches everything you do 
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And stops you from dreaming 
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I’m leaving 
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Soon 

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