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"the streets are crying out
for a change to come about
we’ve finally worn out
our welcome
we plague the cities with disease
we breed too many mouths to feed
it’s no surprise I’d like to see... it all wash away
so let the storm rage on
with infinite power
and I’ll stand strong just counting the hours
like nothing’s wrong while the city’s devoured
the storm rolls on in these final hours" (с)
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