Walls of Concrete
Shadows over concrete, I am obsolete
Never mind those tangerines
Is your head, pounding like tambourines
My path from your wrath
Storm, lightning and rage clouds
Could be the sound of my phonograph
Don't stepped over my concrete
Can't you see?__I am obsolete.
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