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You, you don't belongIn this prison-like hospitalBut I feel so responsibleAnd I know you feel ashamedJust show me what you started with, that bladeBrought you some clean clothesA calling card for the payphoneMagazines, headphones, CDs,To grant you a distractionCause I know there's no one here to take you homeYou'll be alrightMy sound adviceJust hope you knowWe are doneIt's time to move onLosing your voice in the crowded streetsPulsing crunch of machineryOh so harsh frequencyIn the city that we loveWe love, we love, we love, lovePaint chipped and scrapedLetras de cancionesEvidence of forced entryRed with disgust, violatedRemind me why I love Living in this city I call homePassenger's side, left open wideGlass scattered aboutBroken along with my optimismLosing your voice in the crowded streetsPulsing crunch of machineryThe oh so harsh frequencyIn the city that we loveWe love, we love, we love, loveNone of your schemes work on meSmoke signals are jokes to seeThe smell sticks to your clothesIt's on everything I ownLike the rain that seeps through the cracks in my rubber soul From Letras Mania