| Glad you landed on time,
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| In the city of the dead.
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| How was your flight?
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| I’m glad that we met.
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| Ain’t gonna wait 'til the day
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| that dejection comes,
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| Ain’t gonna waste my time on the pitiful ones (here)
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| You know that I’m kind,
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| that I like to pretend
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| that everything’s fine.
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| The rain is my friend.
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| (I) don’t give a damn about fame
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| if I gotta have a gun.
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| Ain’t gonna like myself before
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| I get something done (here)
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| I want to believe,
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| I proceed with my choice.
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| It’s getting harder to breathe,
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| I’m losing my voice.
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| Oh yeah!
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| Nevermind the things they might’ve said,
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| Oh yeah!
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| We’re living in the city of the dead.
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| Oh yeah!
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| Nevermind the things they might’ve said,
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| Oh yeah!
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| We’re living in the city of the dead. |