Sometimes, I hate this city. A new dress, different make up every other day. Sometimes, I hate this city. It eats it's history, and sometimes even its' young. Can you hear it? This dead City Sound. Everything is booming. It's growing up older and older by the hour. Every time you leave, you come back, and you don't know where you are. Can you Hear it? This dead city sound.
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