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city sky comes down like rain |
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through all the alleys to the sea |
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i hear footsteps getting louder |
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drowning in my sleep |
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painted lies on painted lips |
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that promise heaven tastes like this |
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i don't believe that i believed in you |
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all that money wants |
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all that money wants |
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all that money wants |
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sunday's child will fall through faith |
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i feel i'm falling out of grace |
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grey city sky comes down like rain |
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to drown me in my sleep |
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people fade and i forget you |
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i hear footsteps see their faces |
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but it all means nothing to me now |
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all that money wants |
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all that money wants |
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all that money wants |
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city sky comes down like rain |
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through all the alleys to the sea |
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i hear her footsteps getting louder |
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i'm drowning in my sleep |
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painted lies on broken lips |
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that promise heaven tastes like this |
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came home pushed and full of pins |
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sunday's child will fall through faith |
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i feel i'm falling out of grace |
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i see the sky comes down like rain |
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to drown me in my sleep |
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people fade and i forget you |
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i hear footsteps icy faces |
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but it all means nothing to me |
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all that money wants |
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all that money wants |
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all that money wants |
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all that money wants |
