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Toska

Looking up at branches to find no leaves
Wind blowing me right down to my knees
I try to call but there's no answer for me
Grabbing a beer and sitting up on the eave

The world is rendered in black and white
And no melancholy for bland plight
Nothing seems quite, nothing seems right
Grabbing a beer and heading up to the fifth flight

The factory breathes out its smoky haze
Cast across an orange sky on smoky days
Can't find the light, not a single ray
Grabbing a beer and heading for a daze

There is no earth just gray concrete
Police paranoid walking on the beat
No smiling faces nor pearly teeth
Youth and joy crushed under our feet
ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Written by ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS (Suffering Montana)
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