| I’ll keep my faith alive
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| Cause this is paradise or parricide
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| I can’t believe this sight
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| Streets full of blank faces and junky eyes
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| The streets won’t sleep tonight
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| A lullaby for the half-alive
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| The city swings and whines
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| To the double crime of drugs and hard times
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| Lion city sirens sing the night away, night away
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| Lion city sirens sing the night away
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| The city feels like a cage
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| Feels like a powder keg
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| That’s almost set to explode
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| Lion city’s begun to rot
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| It’s a matter of time until the roaring stops
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| The scene from the ground up From the painted walls to the rooftops
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| My city’s closed and locked
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| While the hop of the beat crack our sidewalks
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| The haves and the have-nots
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| Paint the backdrops of drugs and gunshots
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| lion city sirens sing the night away, night away
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| Lion city sirens sing the night away
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| There’s an overdose on me And he does the cocaine shake
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| Cause the lion city sirens sing the night away
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| The city seems like it’s trapped
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| Between its future and its past
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| Life or death of a city not coming back
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| The city feels like a cage
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| Feels like a powder keg
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| And now it’s gonna explode
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| Lion city sirens sing the night away, night away
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| Lion city sirens sing the night away
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| There’s an overdose on me And it’s wearing out good things
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| Cause lion city sirens sing the night away
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| Sing the night away
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| Sing the night away
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| And I won’t be long |