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The abstracted shapes of the people's thoughts
Different shops and pubs
All the cheap facades
It is all this city it is all this city
Wind shaken trees
Half crumbling parks
The enquiring eyes
Fingers parting lace
It is all this city it is all this city
Long straggling queues
Of the our of work
A baby sucking sweets
Dribbling down his quilt
It is all this city it is all this city
All this city
