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Welcome to the mid city life |
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Where the virgins thrive |
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And the drinks are spilling |
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Off the table side |
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Give in to the pressures of the night |
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And the last minute ride |
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And the dice are rolling |
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Set your judgment aside |
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This is where you become a star |
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With roled eyes ripped apart |
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So sit back, relax and inhale the fumes |
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Prepare your stars |
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Burn all the small towns |
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Make the small towns peoples see |
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There's more to this world |
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Than this burying disbelief |
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Burn all the small towns |
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Make the small towns peoples see |
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There's more to this world |
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Than this burying disbelief |
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We're all scared to breath deep |
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We're missing another part to slip |
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Can you see the bright lights |
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Streaming down the boulevard crowd |
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Sit back, relax |
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And inhale the fumes when I'm burning buildings |
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Burn all the small towns |
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Make the small towns peoples see |
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There's more to this world |
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Than this burying disbelief |
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Burn all the small towns |
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Make the small towns peoples see |
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There's more to this world |
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Than this burying disbelief |
