Remarking on the freshness of garbage
With each and every person that he meets
And debating on the price of admission
While someone is lying, dying in the streets
Or understanding all the manner of people
The city of mine is such a lonely place to live and live and live...
With each and every person that he meets
And debating on the price of admission
While someone is lying, dying in the streets
Or understanding all the manner of people
The city of mine is such a lonely place to live and live and live...