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These streets are deserted Black asphalt and rain Behind the drawn curtains the homes look the same I´ve been here too long and I don`t belong No one cares about the man whose head hangs down No one hears the cries of the man about to drown This town is soaked in silence A quiet threat of violence And here I am By the river I´m down by the river I stand by the water with the light of the moon A road made of silver Am I leaving too soon? I´ve been here too long and I don´t belong No one cares… |