| City of stars that hide through the night
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| Pity the dogs left out in the moonlight
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| Talk about God and the weather is fine, just fine
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| The taste of ambition is bitter and sweet
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| It sings in a dream and then sleeps on a street
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| It’s there in the eyes of the people you meet all the time, all the time
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| This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on
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| You’ve lost the race if you’re feet fail you in the city of angels
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| Wings don’t grow on palm trees or lost souls
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| The city of songs that burn holes in your heart
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| Pity the ones that don’t know where to start out
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| They walk without hope as the ocean rolls by
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| Lies on the tongues and the mouths of the men
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| Who deny us the chance to live as we planned
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| Freedom feels good if only freedom were mine, all mine
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| This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on
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| You’ve lost the race if you’re feet fail you in the city of angels
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| Wings don’t grow on palm trees or lost souls
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| There’s no in between here
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| You either whisper or scream here
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| And if you say you feel at home you know
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| You’re missing somewhere else
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| This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on
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| You’ve lost the race if you’re feet fail you in the city of angels
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| Wings don’t grow
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| This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on
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| You’ve lost the race if you’re feet fail you in the city of angels
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| Wings don’t grow on palm trees or lost souls
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| On palm trees or lost souls
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| On palm trees or lost souls |