Its going down tonight in this town
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Cause they stare and growl
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They all stare and growl
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I take a scar everytime i cry
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Cause it aint my style no it aint my style
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Going down to the gravel head to the barrel
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Take this life and end this struggle
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Los Angeles come scam me please
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Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6 am
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With your bag lady friend and your mind descending
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Stripped of the right to be a human in control
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Its warmer in hell so down we go
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They say this is the city
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The city of angels
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All i see is dead wings
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[x2]
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Its a ghost town rabid underworld
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Dionysian night vitriolic twilight
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A mirage comes up it never ends
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Once you get burnt youre never the same
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Left behind erased from time
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Aint no decency in being boxed up alive
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Look around aint no R.I.P. signs here
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We dont rest in peace
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We just disappear
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So here we are Los Angeles
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No angels singing in your valley of unease
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I watch the sun roll down the pacific
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Over hookered sunset strip
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They say this is the city
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The city of angels
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All I see is dead wings
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[x2]
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Theres a black moon tonight
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Aint shining down on the western neon lights
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[x2]
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They say this is the city
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The city of angels
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All i see is dead wings
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[x4]
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city of angels
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