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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