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Larry Mullen

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The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust.
We're beaten and blown by the wind,
Trampled in dust.
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name.
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Where the Streets Have No Name

 
Larry Mullen

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