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[04:19.00]I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete [04:19.00]Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave [04:19.00]Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake [04:19.00]And descend into the city that holds no place for me [04:19.00]But the streets with no stir of life [04:19.00]And all the houses on the streets are wholly submerged [04:19.00]Then I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone trees [04:19.00]And return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for me [04:19.00]Someone's calling for me, someone's calling for me