The car sped past
The glittering neon signs
Flickering lights
Of an evil city.
The walking wounded
Crowded busy streets
Empty eyes
Empty laughter.
Running from random bullets
They scattered fast
Buying bangles
Buying shoes.
Today is here
Tomorrow might never be
So hurry on
Roll up the glass.
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