everything is quiet now

everyone, gone somehow

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the city still has its color

hoping it the last to be smothered

like a cockroach in the streets

just survive, they try

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walking along the roofs

all the neon signs weren't here

an invention to keep happy

now keeping light alone

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the city's ghost is very alive

a phantom keeping company

messages left on walls

since the friends have gone

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seeing them, wondering where they are

the days like these missing

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graffiti on walls

trash in the street

what once was 

the melting pot

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now all color collects in the signs

the one remnant to see

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sometimes hearing the radio

playing music below

humming a familiar tune inside

almost smiling

but reaching the ground

the tune stops

the quiet lingers

eager to be heard once more

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my city silent still

dull

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and yet the signs