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Crowded streets and shopping malls Sleeping bag and chairs made out of walls In an endless stream of a trickle down This is poverty A light to help her sleep at night A burned out building, a castle will divide But that's how it goes And you'll never know What it's like outside The bells are ringing now The voice is getting louder but it's deafening the truth The sun is coming out But only on one side of this one sided town And only for a few Sickening they try to speak No words of wisdom for the worthless and the weak And he calls her name In the cold night air How can you dream There is no sleep The bells are ringing now The voice is getting louder but it's deafening the truth The sun is coming out But only on one side of this one sided town And only for a few