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In the grim landscapes of our cities

Where for some the sun don’t shine

At the graffiti staircase of the tower block

Julie stands in line

Waiting in anticipation,

Another day another hell

There can be no utopia

Cling on to your pride

‘Cause it's easy to sell

This is the age of plenty,

Waiting for emotional thaw

She’s got nothing to do with dignity,

Her feet are firmly fixed to the floor

No, she never asked for these complications,

Her conscience was long since killed

Go on live each day as if it’s your last,

Ignore it all and eat your fill.

Thoughts from the past come frequently,

Each time they pass they fade

Bright spots once part of a life long gone

Now blend into the shade

No, don’t wait for something to happen

Nobody needs blind faith

Don’t wait - your number won’t come up again

Patiently knowing your place