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(Bator/James) |
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The city eats it's children of dust from the cradle to grave. |
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Drag their captives through the deep-sleeps of life. Ghosts of |
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dream-dwelling slaves. The stranger scares the creatures of |
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night. Corpse of sluggards fall. First you called it experiment |
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and then the terror called. The subterranean escapes the light |
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to an empty space. I'll do my time prowling in the streets |
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behind a human face. |
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And I'm Livin' On Livin', yeah. Livin' On Livin', gotta roam. |
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Yeah I'm Livin' On Livin', yeah. Nowhere to go - leave me alone. |
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You better leave me alone. Hey, owhl, owhl, brrrrrrrrawhl. |