söndag 13 december 2009

Always waiting for something lasting.
You loose your hunger and you loose your way,
you get confused and then you fade away.


I'm not what I used to be,
this town has got the youth of me.
All eyes turn hollow from the work of sorrow.

Where is life in this town?
They've got so much to do, never time for you.
We are shadows, shadows in the alley.

This town kills you when you are young.

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