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Rasmus, The - City Of Dead

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



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)



Oh yeah! Never mind the ethings they might have said

Oh yeah! We're living in the city of the dead



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 ethings they might have said

Oh yeah! We're living in the city of the dead
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