| I met a girl in business park near nowhere
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| Ice that melts through the window while I stare
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| Hey old city, you don’t owe her none
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| Wasting bullets from a scoundrel’s gun
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| The cops of charisma track her tail
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| Glistening teardrops falling on the rooftops
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| South sea island crying on the sidewalk
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| Blistering teardrops SOSing on her lip gloss
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| A Thousand Eyelids Chatter in silence
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| I met a girl in business park near nowhere
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| Ice that melts through the window while I stare
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| Hey old city, you don’t owe her none
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| Help is sometimes on his way
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| The gods of charisma track her tail
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| Glistening teardrops falling on the rooftops
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| South sea island crying on the sidewalk
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| Blistering teardrops tapping on my rooftop
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| A Thousand Eyelids Chatter in silence
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| Hey old city, you don’t owe her none
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| Help is sometimes on his way
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| Your car is running on sand
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| You’ve hawked what’s left of your grand design
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| If you still wanna reach the sky with your hands filled with gold and old sad
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| songs
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| Glistening teardrops falling on the rooftops
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| South sea island crying on the sidewalk |
| Blistering teardrops tapping on my rooftop
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| A Thousand Eyelids Chatter in silence |