Дмитрий - Ha ha

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And with comes silence
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The map is upside down
And the sidewalk's overflowing
I'm just trying to get home
But the traffic isn't going
You're looking for the history
In a shop that sells a toy
Well, I'm just trying to find a little peace
And find some joy
You're blocking up the corner
With your cameras and your stares
Searching for the magic
In the city's public squares
But the real thing isn't shiny
And it doesn't come in beads
It's hidden in the cracks
Where the wilder clover seeds
You take a hundred pictures
But you never see the light
You only want the spectacle
You only want the night
The history is bleeding
From the plaster on the wall
But you're busy yelling louder
Just to hear your echo call
I got groceries in my basket
And a long way left to walk
I'm tired of the questions
And I'm tired of the talk
The city is a person
It's a living, breathing thing
It's not a playground for the summer
That you want to bring
We're the pulse beneath the surface
We're the marrow in the bone
We were here before the party
And we're here when you are gone
So step aside the doorway
Let the resident pass through
I got a life to live
And I've got things I need to do
Rhythm is a struggle
When you're standing in the way
Of the people who are building up
The color of the day
One stop for the choir
One stop for the soul
In the name of the music
And the rock and roll
Out of the way
Of the neighborhood light
Step back
Leave the rhythm to the ones who define
Let the brass blow loud
We're finding our place
In the middle of the crowd