| Uptown i’m walking the streets with my dreams in a body bag
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| Don’t try to tell me you can’t me you can’t really miss what you never had
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| It’s ok, because it’s not true
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| It’s a lie that get you by A place full of fakes on a strange, very strange, strange odyssey
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| And silly little words that you know will never mean a thing to me It’s not right i tell you, it’s not true
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| It’s a lie to get you by Lies lies lies
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| In the cold of your room
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| In the warmth of the womb
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| Sing, celebrate… celebrate with a handcuffed melody
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| But on that cold and lonely afternoon
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| Will you fade or will you bloom?
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| Lies lies lies
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| Uptown i’m walking the streets with my dreams in a body bag
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| Don’t try to tell me you can’t me you can’t really miss what you never had
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| It’s not true i tell you
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| It’s not true
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| It’s not true
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| It’s not true |