City Of The Dead lyrics

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 dejection comes

ain`t gonna waste my time

with the pityful ones (here)



you know that i`m kind

that I like to pretend

that everything`s fine

that the rain is my friend

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 breath

I`m losing my voice



oh yeah! never mind the things

they might have said

we`re living in the city of the dead
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