I dreamed about the guys that died
Here in the morning, gone by night
I don't feel pain, it's simply strange
To get used to this accident
Street change
The mud moves on
The mud moves on
The mud moves on
The mud moves on
The mud moves on
The guys that died are
In my head
The way they lie there
In my bed
I don't feel pain, it's simply strange
To get used to this extreme
Street change
Street change
The mud moves on
The mud moves on
The mud moves on
Street change
The mud moves on
Street change
Street change
Street change
Street change
Street change
Street change
Street change
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