In the city of despair
Wet skin, burning feet
Cold blood, hot air
There's no escape
And no way out
There's nothing left
To think about
In the grid of concrete In the city of despair Wet skin, burning feet Cold blood, hot air There's no escape And no way out There's nothing left To think about Explain Request ×
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