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By:D.E.T 

Empty dreams 
Empty streets
But everyone repeats
The same disease 
There are some souls in between 
The streets 
While others are trying to delete 
The sweet 
And incomplete 

Some people call the souls a freak
Just cuz they don't speak 
But those who are called freaks 
Are the once one who have both feets
On the streets 

To the people who are living in empty dreams And empty streets 
Don't got empty point of view 
While those who have point of view 
Are the ones who are pointing out the who, who
Is gonna help them get us through 

To the people has been dreaming of empty dreams 
Keep both feets 
On the streets
Cuz they know to face the evilness 
Even if it seems pointless 

Cuz when it comes to an appointment 
With the homeless 
They know they are the only choice 
For that voice 

And who knows
If they're gonna change the background 
Cuz they know what's all about 

When they look at the time
They know they gotta speak their own line 
Even if they feel weak

They keep both feet
So, they don't fall a sleep
To those people who think they're weak

Just go ahead and speak 
Cuz when they see the words 
They know their getting the burn's

As they speak 
To those who define
Their line
As pointless 
Or worthless 

You keep on cuz it's perfect 
As they walk to their house 
People are asking the how's
While others say the wow's

Cuz they got the guts
Not to listen to the not's
Who told them they did not 
Have the guts 

To change 
That's where they became strange 
Cuz they could feel it 
As they spoke about it 
And without 

The people's help
They knew 
That empty dreams 
Or empty streets 
Means nothing 
Cuz there's always something 

In the empty dreams 
Or empty streets

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