City grew angry the riots grew strong.
While the trains on the underground ran along.
While the houses are crooked and bent at the knees.
Streets are all corners and tangled.
Waiting in shadows are devils and thieves.
And I wish.
City of Angeles.
I must be going crazy.
I only think of you.
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