Concrete
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Concrete
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In the city the heart still whispers
Flaking metal a silent witness
There's chemical fields and cathode clouds
The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans
And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air
And send it coughing to eternity
We can see the bright light but we can't reach it
We are not afraid enough to call
Go back wrong way you cannot stay you cannot
Live here
Concrete you don't free my soul
In the city the sound is biting
Cement fingers they are clutching
The emissary of trash decorates the way
No wild acres you can see, yearning to breathe
Concrete you don't free my soul
Blackened hands and heart of steel,
No wish to consume, embellish, discard
And expire
Concrete you don't free my soul
Concrete you don't free my soul.
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Midnight Oil performs "Concrete", and this lyric page sits inside the Midnight Oil catalog on LyroVerse.
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