The scent of momentum
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fills the city air
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Hear the heart beat
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it's alive and draws you in
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Things will never be the same
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Thought I'd been here
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but never here times before
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Then the roller coaster
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dipped and sped along no more
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But I'm not in the same space
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Cuz I'm hardly
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the woman that I once was
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Now I search for the ground
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underneath my feet
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As the city burns
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as the city burns
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Ooh As the city burns
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Ooh As the city burns
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Ooh As the city burns
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Burns away
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Burns away
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Now it's fancy ladies
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pricey wiles and argyle
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From homemade beats
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selling tee's and running wild
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Just hope I don't lose my head
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And now I'm thinking on a dream
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that my sister had
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Back then I was
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too young to see it wasn't bad
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So thanks chick by the way
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Cuz I'm hardly the woman
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that I once was
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Now I search for the ground
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underneath my feet
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As the city burns
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as the city burns
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Ooh As the city burns
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Ooh As the city burns
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Ooh As the city burns
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Burns away
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Burns away
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We're at a run right now
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Before we were at a steady jog
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And I'm trying to hang on
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to whatever I can find
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Oh what do you do
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when it's spinning so fast
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How do you stand
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with the world on your back
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I'm hardly the woman
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I once was
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search for the ground
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underneath my feet
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As the city burns
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as the city burns
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Ooh As the city burns
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Ooh As the city burns
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Ooh
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Burns away
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Burns away
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City Burns (ÀüÁöÇö `Çì¶ó` ±¤°í »ðÀÔ°î)
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Andra Day |