I'll keep my faith alive
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Cause this is paradise for parasites
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I can't believe this sight
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Streets full of blank faces and junkie eyes
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The streets won't sleep tonight
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A lullaby for the half-alive
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The city swings and whines
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To the double crime of drugs and hard time
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Lion city's sirens sing the night away
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The city feels like a cage, feels like a powder keg
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That's almost set to explode
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Lion city's begun to rot
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It's a matter of time until the roaring stops
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The scene from the ground up,
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From the painted walls to the rooftops
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Lion city's closed and locked,
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While the pop of the beat crack on sidewalks
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The haves and the have nots
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fade to backdrops of drums and gunshots
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Lion city's sirens sing the night away
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There's an overdose on 8th
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And he does the cocaine shake
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The city seems like it's trapped between it's future and its past.
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Life or death of a city not coming back.
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The city feels like a cage, feels like a powder keg
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And now it's gonna explode
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Lion city's sirens sing the night away
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There's an overdose on 8th
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And he's wearing a blue face
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Cause lion city's sirens sing the night away
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And i won't be long
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Does the Lion City Still Roar?
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| Less Than Jake |
