Just south of heaven and north of hell is what lies in between Over the streets and below the sky that's choked by gasoline When the dogs break free and the walls talk back and the meek turn down the lights It might take a miracle to make it home at all tonight
We're in the city The city of the dead
View of the exit of the "street of facades" from a hill near the urn tomb - Petra Jordan
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