.The city lights up like a cigarette
The moon's a broken heart and the stars are set
Like peep-holes in an empty sky
I wander lost alone on a Saturday night
I pass the Stalinist flats, I pass the Marxist punks
I pass the anarchist graffiti and although I'm drunk
My mind is clear, my.
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