| Cold, eerie night, New York City
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| Been a lot of loose talking uptown
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| Something strange going down
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| I grab my coat and make way for the West Coast
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| Seems that I’ve got the whole world on its toes
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| Seems that my mess of a head has just witnessed the end
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| Seems that I’m vanishing into the air over and over again
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| Stop complaining, forgive me for running away
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| I just felt like dying out
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| Call me your phantom of darker clouds
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| Call me your phantom of darker clouds
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| Present day, Hollywood City
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| Done a lot of wandering around this town
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| Footsteps got me down
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| I smother the phone, sending signals back to the East Coast
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| Seems that I’ve got the whole world on its toes
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| Seems that my mess of a head has just witnessed the end, ya
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| Seems that I’m vanishing into the air over and over again
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| Stop complaining, forgive me for running away
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| I just felt like dying out
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| Call me your phantom of darker clouds
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| Stop complaining, forgive me for running away
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| I just felt like dying out
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| Call me your phantom of darker clouds
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| Call me your phantom of darker clouds |