| Waiting for my cosmopolitan
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| In a godforsaken lounge
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| Smell of demons
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| Blended in this fall
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| Color fading
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| Compromises led me here tonight
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| I see bodies with no face
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| Just another day in paradise
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| Sings the radio
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| We are the angels' enemies
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| Heaven holds a place for those who dance
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| We left our wings inside the cage
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| And I can feel this memory
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| My hair was long
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| My fear so small
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| Vibrating, pounding energy
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| Twisted dream or just a fairy tale
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| A broken vinyl spinning slow
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| My residence is in reality
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| A pile of dusty rugs…
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| We are the angels' enemies
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| Heaven holds a place for those who dance
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| We left our wings inside the cage
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| And I can feel this memory
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| My hair was long
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| My fear so small
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| Vibrating, pounding energy
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| I feel this sound
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| This sound is feeling like me
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| I feel the ground
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| This ground is heavy on me
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| We are the angels' enemies
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| Heaven holds a place for those who dance
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| We left our wings inside the cage
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| And I can feel this memory
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| My hair was long
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| My fear so small
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| Vibrating, pounding energy
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| Waiting for my Cosmopolitan
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| The sidewinder is awake |