Round here, we're carving out our names,
Round here, we all look the same.
Round here, we all talk like liars -
(but we sacrifice like lambs)
Round here, she's slipping through my hands.
- Round here, Counting Crows
Tonight I saw a girl walking home and talking on the phone. Listening to my Iphone, I waited with her for the cars to pass on Washington
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