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[00:54.030]Reticent she returns to the streets
[00:58.500]Where she once floated above in hospital sheets
[01:06.360]Hands on the walls where small handprints still weigh
[01:11.730]With the burden of crimson indelible paints
[01:18.870]Where are the hands that once fit these young prints
[01:24.450]What have they grabbed at ever since
[01:32.970]Nights used to be dangerous here
[01:37.590]But now the mornings have exceeded her deepest fears
[01:46.200]Because that's when the concrete creeps in
[01:51.270]And perpetrates with more than the greatest sins
[01:58.770]And weighs down on what used to be known as the neighbourhood
[03:01.500]Deliberate slow destructive defeat
[03:06.930]As new corners consolidate the neighbourhood streets
[03:14.250]Where are the ones who she stepped with right here
[03:19.980]Below the bar now a bank clad with anonymous steel
[03:27.060]Where are the sounds of the children once heard
[03:33.240]Replaced with new parking and yellowed out curbs
[03:41.070]Now she can only afford to return
[03:45.930]For a doctor an in law or a day in the sun
[03:53.040]Some still cling if the building still stands
[03:58.260]Some sing liberation from felonious hands
[04:05.490]But most will get lost in new peripheral sprawl
[04:10.620]Where new handprints signify on old concrete walls
[04:19.649]Florescent excuses for light
[04:32.250]Steal all the shadows from the nights from the nights
[04:43.260]Parody or progress
[04:48.720]You just want to tear it down
[04:55.650]As you're standing right in the middle of the wrong side of town
[06:27.660]Florescent excuses for light
[06:39.810]Steal all the shadows from the nights from the nights
[06:50.880]Parody or progress
[06:56.280]You just want to tear it down
[07:03.210]As you're standing right in the middle of the wrong side of town