i'm floating in this city and feels great
nothing left to fight for
no home, no hope, no worry
just watch as it burns itself down
step six feet back into the sky
from bridges above this candy skyline
nothing to hold in these dirty hands of mine
no dream to reach for
no reason to try
two eyes and two wheels
I cruise through the lines
past suits and heels and children telling time
while gypsies and whores hawk from behind
this is no land of mine
this make-believe world of money without crime
has nothing on me but a rhythm and a rhyme
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