.There's a grey transparence in this city,
When it's slightly misty
And no one can run,
'Cause they spent all of
Their money on alcohol 'n junk.
Like you did, little man sat in the corner,
Waiting for an epiphany of some sort,
As you spit and babble it all away to Jesu.
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