I made my way through hallways lined with empty frames
Just to realize escaping had become a cage
While the morning dressed in white
I carved a hole
And I stepped down into the crowded silence
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
I walked out and underground into a subway train
Where I watched a woman folding burning paper planes
And as I surfaced it was night
I was in a park
Where I saw white snow falling
Cameras in the dark
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city lights
The cold I breathe is colder
The fields have filled with clover
The cold I breathe is colder
The fields have filled with clover
You're getting what you want

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