All my friends are drunk in a sense of flame
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Will I see them again?
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I dream of dreams to come and temples built with love
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I’m not a slave.
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This city lights are fading, calling me again
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Like diamonds in the rain
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Where prophets tag their name, her rivers filled with shame
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Few faces stay the same.
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The time will never end, the larger truth is in
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My skies will show again.
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My fire works ignite, the spirit now takes flight
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And have the glory fame.
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I don’t mess around
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Throw your weapon to the ground
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Now, witches gather round
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They have to make no sound.
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This Night In The City Forever
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| The Cult |
