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Fighting through to haze of another damn day |
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Remembering who I used to be, |
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Walking through the streets I was born and raised, |
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Funny how they'll out live me, |
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Take a drive down 35th avenue, |
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Knowing it'll never be the same, |
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But the stand still traffic on the 202 |
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Tells me some things will never change, |
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Tell me will I ever change, |
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Maybe I've already changed. |
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This city, she cuts like a knife, |
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Better learn to love the fast pace life, |
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She's a bittersweet town, |
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She can break you down. |
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This city, she sees no rain, |
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Holds no grudges and knows no shame, |
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She can make or break a man, |
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Well this city made me who I am, |
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She made me who I am. |
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Countless nights above the city lights, |
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Where the mountains know my name, |
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Think about the years gone by |
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And the memories they contain, |
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Another day over 118, |
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Tomorrow's even higher, |
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But nights like these created me |
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Here in the city of fire... |
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Here in the city of fire... |
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This city, she cuts like a knife, |
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Better learn to love the fast pace life, |
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She's a bittersweet town, |
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She can break you down. |
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This city, she sees no rain, |
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Holds no grudges and knows no shame, |
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She can make or break a man, |
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Well this city made me who I am. |
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This city, she cuts like a knife, |
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Better learn to love the fast pace life, |
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She's a bittersweet town, |
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She can break you down. |
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This city, she sees no rain, |
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Holds no grudges and knows no shame, |
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She can make or break a man, |
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Well this city made me who I am, |
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Made me who I am. |