| An electric concrete fantasy
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| Where the billboards keep on warning me
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| That if I don’t keep moving, I’ll get stuck in this place
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| Where nobody gets out alive
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| The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
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| A cemetery called Los Angeles
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| The sun holds no regrets
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| The natives sway under arrest
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| As all the stars fall from the sky
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| Now we’ve all sold our souls
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| We’re just waiting for the show
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| To begin here at the edge
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| What the hell we doing here
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| We’re everywhere
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| But no one’s here
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| Bodies in motion, desperate motion
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| The angels have all gone insane
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| I know I’ll never be the same so let it ride
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| We’re going for a ride
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| Now we’ve all sold our souls
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| We’re just waiting for the show
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| To begin here at the edge
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| Now I watch those zombies celebrate
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| The burning of their favorite heretics and demigods
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| The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
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| A cemetery called Los Angeles
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| The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
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| A cemetery called Los Angeles
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| The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
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| A cemetery called Los Angeles
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| The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
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| A cemetery called Los Angeles
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| The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
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| A cemetery called Los Angeles |