| Its going down tonight in this town
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| Cause they stare and growl
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| THey all stare and growl
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| I take a scar everytime i cry
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| Cause it aint my style no it aint my style
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| Going down to the gravel head to the barrel
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| Take this life and end this struggle
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| Los ANgeles come scam me please
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| Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6 am
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| With your bag lady friend and your mind descending
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| Stripped of the right to be a human in control
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| Its warmer in hell so down we go
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| They say this is the city
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| The city of angels
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| All i see is dead wings
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| Its a ghost town rabid underworld
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| Dionysian night vitriolic twilight
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| A mirage comes up it never ends
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| Once you get burnt youre never the same
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| Left behind erased from time
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| AInt no decency in being boxed up alive
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| Look around aint no R.I.P. |
| signs here
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| We dont rest in peace
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| We just disappear
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| So here we are Los Angeles
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| No angels singing in your valley of unease
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| I watch the sun roll down the pacific
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| Over hookered sunset strip
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| THeres a black moon tonight
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| Aint shining down on the western neon lights
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| They say this is the city
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| The city of angels
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| All i see is nothing |