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Jan 2014
i guess if i had money
i wouldn't mind dying in this city
this city is for rich boys
and i'm tired of them
i've been tired
but here we go again
there are so many lights
you can't be sure where they are coming from
and i just wanted you
but you wanted someone else
i guess that's not too bad
i got too attached, i guess that's not too bad
i'm a man anyways
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