| So lost in the city
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| I hear a car crash for every step we take
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| I can’t find you
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| I couldn’t reach you
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| So lost in the city
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| See the money towers, hear the rattlesnakes
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| We’ll tear them down, we’re gonna tear them down you and I
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| Bullet shoots from your midnight frown
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| I guess the circus' back in town
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| I know you’ll crash it all down
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| And I don’t think you’ll remember me
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| (You'll see me through haze tomorrow)
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| Like a blur, blur, blur boy
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| Tur-, tur-, tur-, turmoil
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| And I don’t believe the stuff I see
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| It’ll seem like a dream in the morning
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| Like a blur, blur, blur boy
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| (Touch turns to turmoil)
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| And I don’t think you’ll remember me
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| And I don’t believe the stuff I see
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| So lost in the clouds
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| And the warm green of neon signs
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| It drags you in
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| It burns your skin
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| So lost in the crowds
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| And I barely know these people
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| And I can’t control this demon
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| And I’m sort of hyperventilating
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| But it really doesn’t mean we have to stop tonight
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| The whole exlosion’s out of sight
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| Gotta make it out alive
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| And I don’t think you’ll remember me
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| And I don’t believe the stuff I see
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| And I don’t think you will rescue me
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| It’ll seem like a dream in the morning
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| And I don’t think you’ll remember me
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| And I don’t believe the stuff I see
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| And I don’t think you’ll remember me
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| And I don’t believe the stuff I see
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| Like a blur, blur, blur boy, tur-, tur-, turmoil |