Let that traffic rust in silence
Twist the key and lock the chain from wheel to seat
Marching like a penguin on the street Five,
seven or six million people on the street
I'm counting
Sitting
on a bench past midnight Drunk as hell
and hugging till the morning comes
It's cold and we forgot to wear our clothes
It's just one of those crazy memories that
will keep me haunted
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