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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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[x2] |
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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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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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[x2] |
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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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[x2] |
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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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[x4] |
