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It's not just the pain, the pain in my back
That laughs in my face, my face every night
Or the poison that took my lungs
That keeps me from feeling warm
But how could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed, but now I fight with the words
And I can't see so good
And there's got to be more, much more than this
I've got pages of dreams, they're covered in piss
And the poison that took my soul
That keeps me from feeling anything
And how could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed, but now I fight with the words
And I can't see so good
And now I fight with words
Yeah, now I fight with words
Now I fight with words
And how could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed, but now I fight with the words
And I can't see so good
And I can't see so good (I can't see so good)
And I can't see so good (I can't see so good)
And I can't see so good
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