Every time I walked these cobbled streets
its just after the rains
as if God himself is trying to wash
this city down the drains
Narrow streets and terraced houses
back yard postage stamps
overflowing dumpsters
cashless carry for the tramps
No vibrant colours to be found
just different shades of brown
the colour of depression
destined to drag you down
No wonder everybody leaves
can't wait to get away
escape this drab and dying maze
in search of sunny days
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
Every time I walked these cobbled streets
its just after the rains
as if God himself is trying to wash
this city down the drains
Narrow streets and terraced houses
back yard postage stamps
overflowing dumpsters
cashless carry for the tramps
No vibrant colours to be found
just different shades of brown
the colour of depression
destined to drag you down
No wonder everybody leaves
can't wait to get away
escape this drab and dying maze
in search of sunny days
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