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I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete
Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave
Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake
And descend into the city that holds no place for me

But the streets with no stir of life
And all the houses on the streets are wholly submerged
Then I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone trees
And return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for me
Someone's calling for me, someone's calling for me
I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete   Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave   Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake   And descend into the city that holds no place for me      But the streets with no stir of life   And all the houses on the streets are wholly submerged   Then I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone trees   And return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for me   Someone's calling for me, someone's calling for me