| This is necropolis
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| A cesspool of syphilis
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| You’re in a ghost town in despair
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| You see shapes but no one’s there
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| Baby, even though you just want to live
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| Maybe you do have a lot to give
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| Mind you that we are all the same
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| 'Tis the city of the living dead
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| So get your dreams of living out of your head
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| This is the city of the living dead
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| Made your escape from a village blind
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| Just couldn’t breathe with a narrow mind
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| You’re in a ghost town in despair
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| You see shapes but no one’s there
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| Honey, in the midst of your sanctuary
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| Funny little stink of a mortuary
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| Mind you that we are all to blame
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| 'Tis the city of the living dead
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| So get your dreams of living out of your head
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| This is the city of the living dead
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| 'Tis the city of the living dead
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| So get your dreams of living out of your head
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| This is the city of the living dead |