Hurtmold - Inner City Blues lyrics

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Hurtmold - Inner City Blues lyrics

Conforting the city I try writting inside a shaking bus Is to hard It's everywhere They're offended I rather walk through that alleyway Bt my own self There's no rational in hot wheater I lost my notebook Wave goodbey to your reason in the hot wheates Did you lost it? Now I need some time off The city is k**ing me Did you lost it?