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These concrete calls they have no breath
I save mine these pavements are stretched
Before my eyes clouded with smoke
They see it they breathe, they know

But with brick encrusted crude zooms
They canter past leaving no room
For those who will carry no name
These concrete calls breathe it
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...

But with no own
These concrete calls breathe it
But with no own
These concrete calls breathe it
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...
They breathe

But with brick encrusted crude zooms
They canter past leaving no room
For those who will carry no name
These concrete calls breathe it
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...

But with no own
These concrete calls breathe it
But with no own
These concrete calls breathe it
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...
They breathe
They breathe

These concrete calls breathe it
These concrete calls breathe it
These concrete calls breathe it
I know, I know, I know they breathe
But with no own

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...
I know

-Mica Tenenbaum