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