The cities full of empty people
Are growing darker day by day.
The one decision can't be simple -
For being free I'll slip away.
The crowded emptiness is killing.
The streets are filled with broken hearts.
And I'm still here but I am willing
To fly away when winter starts.
It's getting colder every morning.
We are the black snow-covered holes.
I've got the last and scary warning
From cities full of empty souls.
The cities full of empty people
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