| The city, the city, the city weeps
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| It’s turned out and burnt out 'til nothing hurts
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| Three six five and worse for where
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| Born into its own despair
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| I’m in for the ride
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| I’m gonna get strapped in and take the borderline
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| Sit back, call the Cadillac
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| Everybody wanna boogie down tonight
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| Perma urban armour
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| Gonna kick it right back to the golden morning down
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| Cheapskate space cadets
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| You wanna see how quick it escalates
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| I’m in the backseat with my shakers in my hand
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| Cannibals gather when they hear that JuJu sound
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| Dance in the mirror like it’s Thriller all around
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| Caught in the headlights shines a jewel in the crown
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| Late in the night, I’m worse for where
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| So I turn to the neon glare
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| This lighthouse is my morning prayer savior
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| I’m blinded, I’m blinded
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| Where the hell are we?
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| What is this place?
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| Who are you people?!
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| No time to get off
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| You see my demon driver turn the volume up
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| Whip that, shake your body 'bout
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| Run it all down to the last denario
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| Scorcher terra firma
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| Playing with the fire but you don’t get burnt
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| Magic charm in hand
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| You’ve got to rip that monkey off your back
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| I’m in the backseat with my shakers in my hand
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| Cannibals gather when they hear that JuJu sound
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| Dance in the mirror like it’s Thriller all around
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| Caught in the headlights shines a jewel in the crown
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| Late in the night I’m worse for where
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| And now there’s trouble in the air
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| It’s only moving in slow motion, frozen
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| It’s silent, it’s silent
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| In this city, you can find no luxury
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| Cash coin collectors grow and line the streets
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| And in this city you can’t eat all you see
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| You take the best from the worse and worst to be
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| You run the red light 'cause there’s action up ahead
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| Like Icarus, you fly now your wings are spread
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| Look up to the skies above you see there’s something there
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| An empty plastic bag flying through the air |