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City of Flashing Lights
Disconnected from myself
Numinous feelings on the side of that street
Wandering and lost yet jolted with warmth
When I hear the music I fear dancing along with the beat
Afraid to lose control, to bring out a side so unknown
But I remember how it felt
The sillage remains from the substances that ultimately caused me more pain
Euphoric centres lighting up in my brain
But it threw me off balance, I’m ready for a new challenge
I remember where I found my salvation
Uncomfortable with the cards I’ve been dealt
But this deck is stacked and there’s nothing I can do
I’ve burned so many bridges through and through
Take me to the city of flashing lights
To a small town girl I’m challenged by its heights
To the city where I’ve knelt
Time and time again
When my sanity was wearing thin
Where I find my solace whenever I can’t be found
When the shock of past gets too severe to allow
Grant me this change, for from grace I fell
Need my inner courage and strengths to begin
City of flashing lights, take me in
Make me at home, tired of feeling alone
When I’m cold and feel like giving up
Chilled to the bone with a brain so corrupt
I’m taken to you and released of my troubles
You don’t seem to care what I’ve done, where I’ve been
It isn’t hard to tell
I cannot preach of perfection
Jadded mask mixed of youth and regret
Take me to a new place to earn back respect
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