| Most of my life
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| I sat on my hands
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| I don’t make a sound
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| Getting it right
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| I made all my plans
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| Lost, never found
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| Your eyes, your smile can light up the night, night
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| Embers and neon signs paint up our sky, sky
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| Airplanes cut through the clouds
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| Like angels can fly, we’ll never die
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| Sirens cut through the night
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| Like screams set on fire, rising up higher
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| I’ve got something to prove, nothing to lose
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| In this city, in this city, woah
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| All of this time
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| I questioned myself
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| I never could wait
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| Looking for signs
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| Not asking for help
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| I know it’s too late
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| A love lost and buried here, it comes to life, life
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| Make believe worlds make us all feel alive, live
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| Airplanes cut through the clouds
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| Like angels can fly, we’ll never die
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| Sirens cut through the night
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| Like screams set on fire, rising up higher
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| I’ve got something to prove, nothing to lose
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| In this city, in this city, oh
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| I don’t ever wanna wait for this
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| I know that I was made for this
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| I won’t fade into dark
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| I’m not gonna say that I’m sorry
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| Gonna see the end of this story
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| I won’t fade into darkness
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| Airplanes cut through the clouds
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| Like angels can fly, we’ll never die
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| Sirens cut through the night
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| Like screams set on fire, rising up higher
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| I’ve got something to prove, nothing to lose
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| In this city, in this city, oh |