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These cold, grey streets where I grew up
They don't move no more, they're just stuck in time
And these cold, grey lines running down my arms
The ebb and flow of life has left them severed and worn

These cold, grey streets where I grew up
They don't feel like home, where I once was
And these cold, grey lines running down my arms
Once a gift of life now just vessels of death

These cold, grey streets where I grew up
They don't feel like home, where I once was
And these cold, grey lines running down my arms
The ebb and flow of life has left them severed and worn

These cold, grey streets where I grew up
They don't feel like home, where I once was
And these cold, grey lines running down my arms
Once a gift of life now just vessels of death

And these cold, grey eyes will never see the light!

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