city

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By voxbox vacancy

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

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