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By Artificial Intelligence Created Singer-Songwriter Song Music: Suno v4.5 Lyrics: Chat & Me (An Adaptation of "Stieltjesplein" by Michel van der Plas) The train comes rolling into London town, nothing here has changed a bit. Rows of houses, leaning brown, in a tired and godforsaken fit. Two blank back walls, they press you in, with washing on a sagging line, and at the end of all that grey some nameless square you pass each time. Two long blocks of ageing brick, rooms where lives are paper-thin. Balconies that barely stick, air you choke just breathing in. All day long the rails keep beating, iron drums beneath the rain, a hundred times that same old train— this is where the poor remain. Oh these streets don’t dream of tomorrow, they just echo what’s gone before. Every brick holds a stifled sorrow, every door knows the sound of war. This is where you’re born and bred, the wrong side of the modern years. Where you're raised and fed, Fertile soil for growing fears. At night your bed still shivers hard, headlights cut the dark in two, somewhere distant, whistles fart— sleep forgets the way to you. You learn the place too fast, too well, every crack and every stain. Once a fortnight there’s escape ninety minutes of the game. Then evenings by the window frame, worn down by the noise and din, you hang your head in quiet shame for the street you’re living in. Oh these streets don’t dream of tomorrow, they just echo what’s gone before. Every brick holds a stifled sorrow, every door knows the sound of war. Trains keep singing the same refrain, through the night and the falling rain, you can leave, but you'll carry the pain of these London streets... again and again