Style Over Substance - Street Light Тексты

I woke up, early morning. We're here at last.
I've only see the sunrise with my own eyes.
Sidewalks scream and street lights gleam are part of every moment,
every moments are own.
I see the signs and photographs hanging on my walls.
As you can see we're going nowhere,
and we're going nowhere fast.
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