My heavy head is full of debris.
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Sometimes I wish this city would
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sink in the sea,
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'cause even when I find the love it's fake
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and everything I want to touch
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would break.
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In some strange way
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it's like you're never there.
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You just float by,
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crawling in the air.
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I've been so tired
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I can barely breathe.
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Open your eyes
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once and try to see.
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So don't say you'll see me.
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This skeleton town
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with snakes in the grass,
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where every single breath you take
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might be your last.
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And even when you find the love
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it's fake
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and everything you try to touch will break.
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Our crooked feet
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burn up this street,
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and every time we're passing by
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you feel the heat
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of 50,000 burning souls asleep.
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There's 50,000 crying out to me.
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Burn up the city.
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Stab City
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As Tall As Lions |