...
the city aches
as it stretches and wakes
bruised and bluesed
as it ever renews
the city aches
as it stretches and wakes
bruised and bluesed
as it ever renews
...
and we are but
rolling stock
for the
poisons of the past
...
and we are but
rolling stock
for the
poisons of the past
...
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