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The sun is up, the early morning flavours |
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once more set up the trades and all the tables |
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we speak of progress, soon we speak of wars |
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we say hello/goodbye, we close the doors |
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The sun is gone for just about an hour |
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in comes the cheaters and notorious liars |
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like serpents crawling, close the ivory towers |
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This called "the coming of the business hour" |
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The native world they gather around the fire |
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to feed their swirling dragons of desire |
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"The ones that have shall get" and that's a fact |
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take one step forward then move two steps back |
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We all provide the monsters of excess |
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to fill the holes in souls will leave no rest |
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"A man is nothing more than his success" |
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this selfconsuming race will be your test |
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A million lights them keep the city bright |
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the words are right but not the melody |
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There's no one begging here on Eco street |
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But souls are starving to pedestrian beats |
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So many living here from day to day |
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They dream of "something else" but still they stay |
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This monster of a city takes it's toll |
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will no one ever hear or heed your call |
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(I'm) Looking for love in the City of Angels |
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Looking for love |
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So many different dreams and different tales |
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A twist of fate, it's a turn of fortune wheels |
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The educated rise and make their calls |
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Before the blanket of oblivion fall |
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They took your land, they took your history |
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in grand old gestures saying you are free |
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they took your youth, they took the labour years |
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and last of all they took your dignity |
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(I'm) Looking for love in the City of Angels |
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Looking for love |
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The native world they gather around the fire |
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to feed their swirling demons of desire |
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"The ones that have shall get" and that's a fact |
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take one step forward moving two steps back |
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We all must feed the monsters of excess |
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to fill the holes in souls will leave no rest |
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"A man is nothing more than his success" |
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this selfconsuming race will be your test |