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I'm staring at the empty streets / I'm all alone
The streets are staring back at me / So I just roam
The tubes and the wires flickering right under all the smoke and the drone
The city bells are clicking
I do not want to be left here on my own
There's got to be a way to get myself home
A way to switch some of that feeling back on
Guess there's nothing more to lose
Erase all your distractions
Emergency is at your door
So you've got your worry
So you've got dissatisfaction
Emergency is at your door
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