There’s no hope, this is a terminal city
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But don’t that make it pretty?
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Don’t that make it nice?
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And I’ alright, I’m making all of my payments
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I’m keeping off the pavement
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I’m keeping up with the time
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And I don’t need to worry ‘bout those empty buildings
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Oh they got me spilling
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But cleaning up over night
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I’m safer inside, I paint the walls around me
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Til all I see is beauty
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Til everything is alright
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I love my moral, I can hear you calling
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I’m crawling away under my skin
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Somewhere deep within
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And while I’m awake I’m staring at the ceiling
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I’m feeling scratches on my bed
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Bedbugs
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| Ladyhawk |
