City streets, late spring
Where smoke covers everything
That's where we push our eyes
In front of ourselves.
City streets, late spring
Where smoke covers everything
That's where we push our eyes
In front of ourselves.
For being true, for being hurt.
City streets in late spring
Where smoke covers everyone and everything.
Heavy winds won't bother us
It won't break no trees, it won't break no bones.
City streets in late spring
Where smoke covers everyone and everything.
Heavy winds won't bother us
It won't break no trees, it won't break no bones.
Heavy winds, it won't break no trees, it won't break no bones.

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