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As the sun sets on a lonely city sidewalk, shadows dance while strangers remain. foreign faces passing without a glance in solemn servitude to a metropolitan pace. too much to do about nothing busy bodies yet stagnant minds. empty vessels, so full of themselves socially isolated through a refusal to break stride we're stuck in big city melancholy lost in a grey scale state of mind thousands of people occupied in obscurity always together and still alone all the time
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Big City Blues
As the sun sets on a lonely city sidewalk, shadows dance while strangers remain. foreign faces passing without a glance in solemn servitude to a metropolitan pace. too much to do about nothing busy bodies yet stagnant minds. empty vessels, so full of themselves socially isolated through a refusal to break stride we're stuck in big city melancholy lost in a grey scale state of mind thousands of people occupied in obscurity always together and still alone all the time
Turnstiles
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
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