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right here. your just so picture perfect black and white your so effective lets try this once again she said your hearts so un-protected back and forth your so romantic
the fact that he must want better for us like young C gotta do it for us my car broke down f*** the bus f*** the mayor f*** the city laws are unjust
Did you hear those war torn stories Where the lifeguards slept in the streets In the jungle lands With the cold Cola cans You'll get the keys to the city
're missing I tell you miserable things after you are asleep Now we'll leave the silver city 'cause all the silver girls Gave us black dreams Leave the silver city
like a flash in a pan For the soul singer in the session band A red carpet bagger makes a blackberry call To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt
words drippin' off the tongue like the wax from a candle wick Either the way I lay down the rap, they can't handle it Cats all sappy like romantic flicks
a fiend") ("I was a fiend") ("I was a fiend") ("I was a fiend") ("I was a fiend") (Shaquille O'Neal) Yo Kenny tell Clark I need another hit Yeah Brick City
Disenchanting the romantic This is the real, this is the shame These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity Coarse twine tears clean And I have
around (I'm only asking) The city cries itself to sleep There's no more traffic in the streets The party is done, the party is done The city sleeps
I'll just go Adakias, tired of fiction and bound by his ambition Left his home for the city of light Disguised as a citizen his identity was hidden Within in a city
her about the way that you feel Make your way 'cross, oh, yeah And just hope that she remembers you still I'm searching for a victim In the city where
Paris, the city of lovers is glowing this evening True, that's because it's on fire But still, there's 'L'amour' Somewhere out there in the night Her
the city that looked over the ocean And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich kids And soon the city would be crawling with addicts And back
Your wanderlust won't let you settle down And you wonder how you ever fathomed that you'd be content To stay within the city limits of a small Midwestern
I walk down my street at night The city lights are cold and violent I am comforted by the Approaching sound of trucks and sirens Even though the world
You were sickened with the vowing of silence I was taken by your permanent high Two lovers, are you turned on? How romantic! Now I need a guillotine to
multiply Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight What did you expect, romantic call of why? Just
