Verse 1
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Well, you've seen your bright
visions of glory
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Where love built your cities on high
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I've just seen the cold
Lord's dungeons
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Where the victims of sinless cry
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They're called to the city of sorrow
To confess all the wrong
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things they'd done
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Their teardrops are weepin'
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much louder
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When the city's blown down
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by the bombs
There's a street name for
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every disease here
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Siff Valley and Clap Avenue
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And the whores and the pimps
and their victims
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All pass on the curb from our view
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Once young,
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once healthy and happy,
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now a whirlpool of raving insane
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Cause here in this wild VD city,
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nobody knows you by name
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Your eyes are too festive to see here,
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your body is rotten by sores
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Every wind stands full of lost faces
Human wrecks pile the
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stairs and the doors
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Must you pay your way to this city
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With an hour of passion and vice
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I pray that I'll not see
your face here
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Where the millions now burn
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in this fire you
VD City
Bob Dylan, Various
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