This dead city longs to be
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This dead city longs to be free
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Seven screaming horses
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Melt down in the sun
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Building scenes on empty dreams
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And smoking them one by one
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This dead city longs to be
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This dead city longs to be living
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Is it any wonder there's squalor in the sun
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With their broken schemes and their lotteries
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They never get nowhere
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Is it any wonder they're spitting at the sun
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God's parasites in abandoned sites
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and they never have much fun
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If I was a blind man
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Would you see for me
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Or would you confuse
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The nature of my blues
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And refuse a hand to me
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Is it any wonder crying in the sun
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Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun
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Well I built my dreams on your empty scenes
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Now I'm burning them one by one
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This damn city this dead city
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Immortal city
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Motor city
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Suc-cess city
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Longs to be
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Longs to be
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Free
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Free
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Free
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Dead City
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| Patti Smith |
