Caught on the razorblade,
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Tasting the Novacane,
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Do what it takes to remain.
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Flow with the feeling.
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Pretend I¡¯m the furniture
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Free swaying throughout the room,
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Collecting from each point of view
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Between me and you.
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Here in the city of light,
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Harder do we give up all that we were.
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Stand on the top of the world
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Biting our time, dying inside.
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And I know what you¡¯re trying to hide.
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Searching for sounds alive,
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Breathing the oxygen,
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The air is thin, flow with the feeling.
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You know we¡¯re falling,
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You know what hurt is,
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You know it¡¯s hard to believe
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Between you and me.
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Here in the city of light,
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Harder do we give up all that we were.
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Stand on the top of the world
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Biting our time, dying inside.
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And I know what you¡¯re trying to hide.
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City of Light
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| David Usher |
