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City sky comes down like rain |
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Through all the alleys to the sea |
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I hear footsteps getting louder |
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Drowning in my sleep |
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Painted lies on painted lips |
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That promise heaven tastes like this |
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I don't believe that I believed in you |
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All that money wants |
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All that money wants |
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All that money wants |
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Sunday's child will fall through faith |
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I feel I'm falling out of grace |
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Grey city sky comes down like rain |
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To drown me in my sleep |
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People fade and I forget you |
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I hear footsteps, see their faces |
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But it all means nothing to me now |
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All that money wants |
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All that money wants |
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All that money wants |
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City sky comes down like rain |
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Through all the alleys to the sea |
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I hear her footsteps getting louder |
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I'm drowning in my sleep |
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Painted lies on broken lips |
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That promise heaven tastes like this |
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Came home pushed and full of pins |
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Sunday's child will fall through faith |
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I feel I'm falling out of grace |
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I see the sky comes down like rain |
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To drown me in my sleep |
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People fade and I forget you |
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I hear footsteps I see faces |
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But it all means nothing to me |
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All that money wants |
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All that money wants |
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All that money wants |
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All that money wants |
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People fade and I forget you |
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I hear footsteps, see their faces |
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But it all means nothing to me now |
