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FThe neon haze Bbof city Flights,BbThe tribal sound of marching Ffeet,
CCuts through the Bbgloom on cold dark Fnights,
CThe tired and Bbhomeless roam the Fstreets,
CBbFF
The sirens wail Bbthe enginesF roar,BbA shadowed man just glances Faround,
CA victim of Bblife`s mindlessF toil,CLies cold and Bbhelpless on the Fground.
The window dummies silent stare,Bear Bbwitness on the Fnight,
CIf they could move,What Bbwould it prove?,FTo see them all take flight.
The neon haze Bbof city Flights,BbThe tribal sound of marching Ffeet,
CCuts through the Bbgloom on cold dark Fnights,
CThe tired and Bbhomeless roam the Fstreets,
CBbFF
The walls shout loud Bbwith angry Fwords,BbThe people air their Fviews,
TChe poor can Bbscream but no-one Fhears,CThe concrete Bbjungle sings the Fblues.
The window dummies silent stare,Bear Bbwitness on the Fnight,
CIf they could move,BbWhat it would prove?,FTo see them all take flight.
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