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I'll keep my faith alive |
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'Cause this is paradise for parasites |
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I can't believe this sight |
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Streets full of blank faces and junkie eyes |
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The streets won't sleep tonight |
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A lullaby for the half-alive |
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The city swings and whines |
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To the double crime of drugs and hard time |
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Lion city sirens sing the night away, night away |
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Lion city sirens sing the night away |
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The city feels like a cage, feels like a powder keg |
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That's almost set to explode |
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Lion city's begun to rot |
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It's a matter of time until the roaring stops |
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The scene from the ground up |
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From the painted walls to the rooftops |
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Lion city's closed and locked |
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While the pop of feet crack on sidewalks |
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The haves and the have-nots |
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Fade to backdrops of drums and gunshots |
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Lion city sirens sing the night away, night away |
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Lion city sirens sing the night away |
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There's an overdose on 8th and he does the cocaine shake |
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'Cause the lion city sirens sing the night away |
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The city seems like it's trapped between its future and its past |
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Life or death of a city not coming back |
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The city feels like a cage, feels like a powder keg |
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And now it's gonna explode |
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Lion city sirens sing the night away, night away |
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Lion city sirens sing the night away |
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There's an overdose on 8th and he's wearing a blue face |
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'Cause the lion city sirens sing the night away |
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Sing the night away |
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Sing the night away |
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And I won't be long |
