These city streets look different
Under the blanket of the night
Drenched in the orange glow
Emitted by the city lights
Devoid of every car
Child, man, or dame
These empty city streets
All begin to look the same
I shall walk the length of this road
But not a step beyond
For when I look upon these streets
I feel I don't belong
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