I like to stick to walls
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Deserving conversations and lifting them when they fall
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I am a fire escape, my spine's made of iron
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My heart pumps that old red paint
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Save yourself, save yourself, yourself
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Save yourself, save yourself
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I see the seasons change
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All the young faces come and replaces the dying marks
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Sit out on Lexington and Vine
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All the pimps and prostitutes wave you down at stopping signs
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Save yourself, save your yourself, yourself
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Save yourself, save yourself
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Los Angelos I have waited for you
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To pick yourself up and change
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The city you live this ocean and sand
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Its founded by lights and self made men
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I've seen the dreamers find their legs
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And I've seen the ones that come get reduced to bones and bread
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I am a fire escape, my spine's made of iron
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My heart pumps that old red paint
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Fire Escape
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| Foster The People |
