Old friends are ghost haunting the remains of some fading memories.
Trapped in a city where the concrete never felt so cold, when these houses start burning, come and join me.
We'll sit here in the dark waiting for a night that will never end.
We were once young and bold but the kids we were are dead.
There's no hope for the kids. There's no hope for the kids we were.
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