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Inner City Blues

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: Hurtmold Canonical path: /hurtmold/inner-city-blues Related lyric paths: 6
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Inner City Blues

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Conforting the city

I try writting inside a shaking bus

is to hard

it's everywhere

They're offended

I rather walk through that alleyway

bt my own self

there's no rational in hot wheater

I lost my notebook

wave goodbey to your reason in the hot wheates

did you lost it?

Now I need some time off

the city is killing me

did you lost it?

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