| In the city of madness, I’m just another face
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| But they know right where I am
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| Gotta leave this place
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| Hiding in the subway, I don’t like it down here
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| Rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear
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| I’m in a fix, can’t you tell
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| Living in this high rise hell
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| Got the clouds for company
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| Terra ferma is the place to be
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| In the city of chrome and steel
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| They’ve got axes to grind
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| I’m looking straight ahead of me
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| But they’re coming up from below
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| Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues
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| Running out of time and luck
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| Wearing dead mens shoes
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| They’re twenty floor below
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| Twenty floor below
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| I can see the whites of their eyes
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| And they’re coming to get me
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| In the city of angels underneath the desert moon
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| I may seem in control right now
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| But it’s them who’s calling the tune
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| Turn to face my killers
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| Now turn and confront my fear
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| There’s a shadow on the wall, everything is clear
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| In the city where the motto is «Forward»
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| I feel right at home
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| And I never can settle down, no matter where I roam
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| Fidget bouncing off the wall
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| Finding we got no cheese
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| Check the answerphone
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| And a little more petrol please |