The City of No Name

There was a girl
Who asked me
To run off
And be a stranger with her

We would live in the neon lights
Of a nameless city
Where sins are washed clean
By rain slicked streets

I beg her now
To pack my bag, and take it along
Far off, to the city of no name
Where I will lose both forever.

For only I have become the stranger

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