95bFM: The One To Four with Bridge
Wednesday One To Four w/ Fern: 26th August, 2026
Aug 25, 2026 · 2 hr 14 min · 13 segments
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95bFM: The One To Four with Bridge
Aug 25, 2026 · 2 hr 14 min · 13 segments
Roaming the streets under the city lights, right? Beneath your feet are puddles, you're surrounded by the night.
Despite the fact your destination is not complete, you proceed to bleed down the veins of the street.
Treated with resent because they don't know where you've been.
They look at the book cover and forget about within.
You know you're not a criminal, but you have to commit the crime.
Is this life or slow death or another test of time? They look at you disgusted, thinking they're better than you.
Because of material things, you drink 100% proof.
You don't want to see, so you drink to lose your sight.
Wrong can never be right under the city lights.
Tell me wrong can never be right.
Where there's no home to sleep in at night.
Tell me wrong can never be right.
Under city lights.
As she walks a dead-end street, where hunger, poverty, and broken hearts meet.
Cold winds whisper tales from paradise, where rainbows climb through deep blue skies.
In a doorway, she falls, life passes her by.
Whoever said a wild world awaits also lied.
Pavements of gold with clouds of silver lining have no place against syringes, tinfoil, and dying.
Wind chimes don't ring to ward off this kind of evil, and sympathy holds no weight with the devil.
Life on the streets is no retreat for a troubled soul.
No breeze is gentle in a city this cold.
No- Tell me wrong can never be right
He watched the TV, those city lights were so alluring.
But ad land doesn't show the real deal in the smoke.
Roaming the streets under the city lights, right? Beneath your feet are puddles, you're surrounded by the night.
Despite the fact your destination is not complete, you proceed to bleed down the veins of the street.
Treated with resent because they don't know where you've been.
They look at the book cover and forget about within.
You know you're not a criminal, but you have to commit the crime.
Is this life or slow death or another test of time? They look at you disgusted, thinking they're better than you.
Because of material things, you drink 100% proof.
You don't want to see, so you drink to lose your sight.
Wrong can never be right under the city lights.
Tell me wrong can never be right.
Where there's no home to sleep in at night.
Tell me wrong can never be right.
Under city lights.
As she walks a dead-end street, where hunger, poverty, and broken hearts meet.
Cold winds whisper tales from paradise, where rainbows climb through deep blue skies.
In a doorway, she falls, life passes her by.
Whoever said a wild world awaits also lied.
Pavements of gold with clouds of silver lining have no place against syringes, tinfoil, and dying.
Wind chimes don't ring to ward off this kind of evil, and sympathy holds no weight with the devil.
Life on the streets is no retreat for a troubled soul.
No breeze is gentle in a city this cold.
No- Tell me wrong can never be right
He watched the TV, those city lights were so alluring.
But ad land doesn't show the real deal in the smoke.
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