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The City

This song is by The 3rd and the Mortal and appears on the album Memoirs (2002) and on the album Project Bluebook - Decade Of Endeavour (2005).

I am an effort mirror
A not too discontented citizen
Of a metropolis
Obviously modern
Because every known taste
Has been aborted in the furnishings
And in the outsides of the houses
As well as in the layout of the city, of the city

Here you will not discover the least sign of any monument of superstition
In short, morals and speech are reduced to the simplest expression
These millions of people who have no need of knowing one another
Conduct their education, their trade and their old age in such similarity
That the duration of their lives must be several times shorter than
According to some insane statistics
Is the case with people on the continent

From my window, from my window
From my window I see new ghosts rolling through thick, everlasting, cold smoke
Our shadow in the woods, our summer night
New humanities..., new humanities..., new humanities...
In front of my cottage, which is my country and my heart
Since everything here resembles it, death without tears
Our active daughter and our servant
Our desperate love, our desperate love, our desperate love
And the pretty, pretty cry
Cry in the mud of this street

Death without tears, death without tears
Death without tears, death without tears

The entire universe is now open to us!

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