| Desperate but not hopeless
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| I feel so useless in the murder city
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| Desperate but not helpless
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| The clock strikes midnight in the murder city
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| In a wide awake after the riot
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| This demonstration of our anguish
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| This empty laughter has no reason
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| Like a bottle of your favourite poison
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| We are the last call and we’re so pathetic
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| Desperate but not hopeless
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| I feel so useless in the murder city
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| Desperate but not helpless
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| The clock strikes midnight in the murder city
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| Christian’s crying in the bathroom
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| And I just want to burn a cigarette
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| We’ve come so far, we've been so wasted
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| It’s written all over our faces
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| Desperate but not hopeless
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| I feel so useless in the murder city
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| Desperate but not helpless
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| The clock strikes midnight in the murder city |