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there's something in the air tonight
that makes me feel alive
sincerity in truth and breath
and learning to survive
it's starlight in the evening sky
as sun sets in the west
the humming of the busy streets
and worrying at best
the cigarettes and mystery
and chipping, fading bricks
women walking under streetlights
men rummaging for kicks
it's the neon haze of broken
angsty city skyline
the glow will call humanity
to elegant design
it's poverty encompassing
these lonely city streets
full of growth and rise and success
and crippling defeats
Posted: 2006-09-03 08:31:32 UTC

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