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As Cities Burn Terrible How Terrible For The Great City

feel as empty as the lungs Of those waiting in the womb Do you feel as empty as the lungs of those waiting To come into this world? Where being beautiful means being used How

just feel as empty as the lungs Of those waiting in the womb Do you feel as empty as the lungs of those waiting To come into this world Where being beautiful means being used How

there came a Great crash of metal Like a great Bronze gate Clanging shut whose reverberations swelled out To hail the rising Sun as Memnon hails in From