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Bright lights of the city

They dazzle me at night,

The steam from the pavement grills

Create an eerie sight,

I hear the hum of neon signs flashing

And the sounds of clattering,

As rats and cats run around

Each other battling,

In the big city shadows

Down the myriad of alleyways,

And on the main streets

Is where the rough sleepers find a place,

To hunker down in shop doorways,

On surfaces they thought were paved in gold

Just another dream, that they were mis- sold,

And the sweepers drive along the kerbs

Cleaning the best they can,

In the early late and early hours

When the big city land,

Finally rests for a short time

And when you look hard you will find,

The city type of people of the day

Are replaced by the lost and the strays,

The big city has two sided face

That could not be more different

It’s the glam versus the rat race,

And it’s mighty strange in every way

I think it’s the reason that I fled this place.