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These streets
Moments stand out in this chaotic city-
Golden moments where musicians strum
While I'm flipping through the pages of
A dusty old book in an antique shop
Noise and poverty rest outside
In their usual places
While homeless preserve leftovers from
A Dumpster in the corner of the alley
I light a cigarette and smile
At addicted ones standing next to me
We're all happy here
Amongst the chaos of the city
Golden moments where musicians strum
While I'm flipping through the pages of
A dusty old book in an antique shop
Noise and poverty rest outside
In their usual places
While homeless preserve leftovers from
A Dumpster in the corner of the alley
I light a cigarette and smile
At addicted ones standing next to me
We're all happy here
Amongst the chaos of the city
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These streets
These streets
