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City of Poor Hearts
People Without Swing
People without swing
Like songs
People without swing
Far from the edge
Like a radar
(Blind, deaf, dumb)
Without directions
What will their hearts be like
People without swing
Like mice
People without swing
World without suns
They are a power
As nations
They will always be there
Until they explode
And even if they invite you to their table
They will not be on your side
People without swing
Promising people
People without swing
They are like hawks
They can pretend
Until you cry
But my love
They are impostors
And even if they invite you to their table
They will not be on your side
And even if they swear and promise
No They will be on your side
People without swing.

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