Tasting violence
Finding the science
Behind silence
Or
The art of being
Left alone
In New York City
Instead of always running
From the punks who are gunning
To take you down and push ahead
Sirens wailing car alarms blasting
Garbage trucks slamming steel
Crash bang boom boom bang crash
Help me find a quiet place
To reflect upon my thoughts
To hear the music in my heart
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