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Puddles reflect the neon signs
Tracing the city's broken lines
Collar pulled up against the chill
The streets are empty, the night is still

Every corner holds a memory
Of a life that used to be

Rainy streets and a heavy heart
Watching the world tear itself apart
I’m walking the beat of my own despair
Breathing the ghosts in the midnight air

A discarded ticket, a broken heel
The artifacts of the things we feel
I’m looking for clues in the pouring rain
To solve the mystery of my own pain

Every corner holds a memory
Of a life that used to be

Rainy streets and a heavy heart
Watching the world tear itself apart
I’m walking the beat of my own despair
Breathing the ghosts in the midnight air

Just walking...
Walking the beat...