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Текст: Title Fight. Western Haikus.

Thoughts cloud my mind like skyscrapers staring back at me.
And so I ask them,
"How could you watch our city burn to the ground?"
Black pavement, broken lights.
Everyone is looking for me tonight.
I'm not hiding out, I'm far away