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We all have days like this in the city, where everything just gets to be too much. |
In the busy city-life I notice every day People hurrying down the street Struggling to make their way Their faces are angry and stern Their bodies are ready to fight They’re pushing themselves through As if trying to get to the light And I see that I am the same I’m trying to get through as well I feel like I’m trapped in the ions Of this enourmous metropolitan cell As I try to get on the stuffed train a man gives me an angry stare I snap and I scream in his face “I’m not going to breathe away Your air!” |