Glad you landed on time,
In the city of the dead.
How was your flight?
Im glad that we met.
Aint gonna wait til the day
that dejection comes,
Aint gonna waste my time on the pitiful ones (here)
You know that Im kind,
that I like to pretend
that everythings fine.
The rain is my friend.
(I) dont give a damn about fame
if I gotta have a gun.
Aint gonna like myself before
I get something done (here)
I want to believe,
I proceed with my choice.
Its getting harder to breathe,
Im losing my voice.
Oh yeah!
Nevermind the things they mightve said,
Oh yeah!
Were living in the city of the dead.
Oh yeah!
Nevermind the things they mightve said,
Oh yeah!
Were living in the city of the dead.
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