Tonight I need the bright lights, still got her face on my mind.
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Heading where the talk is cheap and I'm dressed to a "t" so they won't notice me.
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It's warm for October and I've got the windows down.
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The skyline whispers her promises, the same lie each night.
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But I force myself to believe...
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And I swore it'd be different but how could it be?
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What I came to escape is right here inside of me.
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The city's a desert with photographic stars.
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Each pretty face is just a mirage, and my mouth's full of sand again.
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But I force myself to believe, across the river's acure for what's sick inside of me.
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I look in the mirror past the buildings, the sky's getting light.
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Another piece of my innocence is the admission I paid there tonight.
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Slow down past her exit though it makes me sick, and I imagine her saying,
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"You're better than this... you're better than this."
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And I swore it'd be different but how could it be?
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What I came here to escape is right here inside of me.
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The City And The Ghost
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