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So sick of this city | Lost in the dry air | And the crowded rooms
So sick of this city Lost in the dry air And the crowded rooms And if you could just see me for who I am You wouldn't try to cut me down so much Or go on about it The way you have But I, I take the blame Every single accusation that you make Push you away, push it away But in the middle of the night, I wait for you Like a wildfire that burns 'til it's out And I'm so sick of playing all these little games And the matches you left to set it all aflame In the middle of the night, I wait for you Yes, I, yes, I do And if you had noticed Me in the silence Of a crowded room You wouldn't believe the things I undеrstand You wouldn't try to cut me down so much Or go on about it The way you have But I, I takе the blame Every single accusation that you make Push you away, push it away But in the middle of the night, I wait for you Like a wildfire, burning out And I'm so sick of playing all these little games And the matches you left to set it all aflame In the middle of the night, I wait for you Yes, I, yes, I do Oh, I do Oh, I do Come back, it's all in my head Fight back, we'll try it again Come back, it's all in my head Come back and try it again Fight back, we'll try it again Come back, it's all in my head
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