#387 – escaped balloons

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  1. Buildings tower round me like they’re waiting for the kill.
    For days I haven’t eaten and I really do feel ill.
    If I cry for help, will you hear my call?
    If I stumble now, would you let me fall?
    Won’t you give me a hand?
    Try to understand,
    I’m a stranger in the city…

    John Miles – Stranger In The City

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