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My eyes got caught on her wicked stare
rose blossoms intwined in her hair
her claws dug deep into my skin,
a woman born into a world of a sin
What would I do, What would I do
oh I'll go alone
what would we do, What would we do
we'd set fire to home
what would I do, What would I do,
oh I'll go alone
what would we do, What would we do
we'd set fire to home
The city shadows have grown untrue
and love can wait for a world thats new
in time, in time all the cards will play you
in time, in time all the cards will play you
What would I do, What would I do
oh I'll go alone
what would we do, What would we do
we'd set fire to home
what would I do, What would I do
oh I'll go alone
what should we do, What should we do
we're better off alone, we're better off alone
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Don't take my words the wrong way
while you go through life the long way
and your paranoia is weighing you down
the 200 dollar man is sleeping on the ground
A glance from afar, to a fallen star
well you looked at me like my feet were in the tar
oh I was nameless, and aimless and so were you
we're sold out and bought out, its sad but true
Misunderstanding the world around you
thinking everyone is out to get you
ridicule in words of compassion
contradicting yourself with the latest fashion
A glance from afar, to a fallen star
well you looked at me like my feet were in the tar
oh I was nameless and aimless and so were you
we're sold out and bought out, its sad but true
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Awaiting the silent breath
in the station I find death
paid no money as a slave
you'll find me sleeping in my grave
And when we grow old, and oh so tired
I know that the world is making you wired
you say that the city isn't holding you down,
there's too much time wasted in this town
Find me in the cemetery
with a tombstone engraved with my name
and when I'm six feet under
everything will be the same
And when we grow old, and oh so tired,
I know that the world is making you wired
you say that the city isn't holding you down
there's too much time wasted in this town
In the cemetery we can run away to another day
day after day we can run away and pay what we pay
in the cemetery we can run away to another day
in the cemetery
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Place to place there's always a scene
dying fast to live your dreams
day by day the clouds roll away
debts, debts, debts you'll always pay
Anything that lives it starves enough to die
and I curse the cruel world that swallowed your life
all day I sleep with the dead
demons dancing wild in my head
Night by night we search for flight
time is to bide when there's sunshine
love by love mistaken as lust
all in time that gold will rust
Anything that lives it starves enough to die
and I curse the cruel world that swallowed your life
all day I sleep with the dead
demons dancing wild in my head
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It will be our time, in the night
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Doom and gloom monsoon the morning light
without you the stars have no night
the trees would be bare all year round
we'll sit as strangers looking at what we found
The world turns and trees burn
and people won't ever learn
they discern, refuse to learn
letters to whom it may concern
Jingling my change on 52nd street
drinking away my destiny, sure aint cheap
I'm caught on the howl of the moon
stars and sirens all play in tune
The world turns and trees burn
and people won't ever learn
they discern refuse to learn
letters to whom it may concern
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Alone in a room of screaming statues
waiting for the sea to come and catch you
and when time decides to swallow you
nobody will care to remember you
But to those who feel so bold
they only do what they are told
mentally old, physically sold
only the foolish never fold
and to those who feel so tired
who lost all self desire
I'm not here to hold your hand
I'm not here to hold your hand
Turn down the sound for me
I'll do the same for you
count to three and look at me
I'll be standing there without you
to see the world in a different view
you'll be stuck in a life so untrue
I take your cue and follow you
I take your cue and I break through
And when history fades, fades away
in my arms, you will always stay
unbothered by those who don't agree
unable to accept or to see
But to those who feel so bold
they only do what they are told
mentally old, physically sold
only the foolish never fold
and to those who feel so tired
new york has lost its fire
well I'm here to hold your hand
well I'm here to hold your hand
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In a world of black and white
she brings the color into the night
turning restlessly in her bed
thoughts of suicide litter her head
street lights and inner city fights
well what's wrong is what's right
in a world of black and white
in a world of black and white
Her family lowered to an empty tomb
a broken chair in a broken room
in her mind she'd be there soon
in her mind she'd be there soon
street lights and inner city fights
well what's wrong is what's right
in a world of black and white
in a world of black and white
Rhyming words so untrue
claiming to have felt the same way too
these hands are not hands of virtue
these hands have plans to hurt you
street lights, and inner city fights
well what's wrong is what's right
in a world of black and white
in a world of black and white
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A prisoner to money, your due is done
trying to change, your too slow to run
your a slave to the lust of greed
you hate what you got and you don't know what you need
Lying in our bed sheets
well I, I would never
what's the point of trying
to put the pieces back together
Following the crowd and your day is gone
your hands are broken in a love lost song
reuniting, fighting with the past
pacing and racing but times too fast
Lying in our bed sheets
well I, I would never
what's the point of trying
to put the pieces back together
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Our times are not some endless dance
stirred by love and dark romance
our eyes are too heavy in a trance
and life's too short to give everyone a chance
It's wasted time
your hand in mine
our love has passed
like a glass of wine
and life is too short to give everyone a chance
My time has been smoked and burned to red
too much pain for pleasure, has been mixing in my head
the way that we're going, we're better off dead
our times run out, and my passion has been spent
It's wasted time
your hand in mine
our love has passed
like a glass of wine
and life is too short to give everyone a chance
So why even dance
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Tonight I lye here all alone
head over-flown with confusion
In my life, lyes a dark past
a lamp in the nights of illusion
Temptation breaking into hearts
forsaking other feelings
portrayed to you the truth of
what is wrong and unappealing
Living through sorrow, accepting pain
darling it's always the same
living through sorrow, accepting pain
love is a cruel game
Well I might have lied when I said
that I loved you, you were alright at best
there's no one here, left for me
so for you what comes next
Living for tomorrow, for all its sorrow
for you it's way too late
time stands still and the days roll by
now its your time to wait
Living through sorrow, accepting pain
darling it's always the same
living through sorrow, accepting pain
love is a cruel game
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