The thousand cries
The wind singing its roar
Into the silent night
Of the dark shadows
The pain rain
The emotion running high
Of life of daily routines
Of Brutus type characters
On the streets
The sound of cars horns
Announcing its mean machines
Traffic lights winking through
The thousand cries
On the battle lights
Red, yellow and green
The mean machines
It's no way to race
On the emotional rain
The focus out of sight
The wayward hollow
Listen to reason
The life lead
on the thousand cries
It's in the mind
The wind singing its roar
Into the silent night
Of the dark shadows
The pain rain
The emotion running high
Of life of daily routines
Of Brutus type characters
On the streets
The sound of cars horns
Announcing its mean machines
Traffic lights winking through
The thousand cries
On the battle lights
Red, yellow and green
The mean machines
It's no way to race
On the emotional rain
The focus out of sight
The wayward hollow
Listen to reason
The life lead
on the thousand cries
It's in the mind
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