"where are we?
what the hell is going on?
sinking feeling
spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
all those years
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
you won't catch me around here
blood and tears"
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