Rainy night
Almost of busy New York City
The streets
Area of misery
Urban claustrophobia
Someone's missing a cab ride to home
Downtown Shreveport's lullaby
Disturbed sleeps by ringing gunshots
It's normal during the daylight
By nighttime, everybody's afraid to step outside
Local bars to drink heavy sorrows clean
They refuse to leave the bar sober
No one sees the point of going back
into their own hell
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