Lyrics Creation (feat. Lost Nights) - DJ TEN
Gone
stale
Bitter
air
breathes
through
the
phone
We've
failed
To
amend
for
all
we
wrote
We'll
be
better
off
alone
Dead
end
In
this
town
that's
filled
with
holes
Let's
avenge
The
glory
we
were
never
owed
If
we
start
anew
Under
the
city
lights
It
would
be
just
right,
I
hope
But
maybe
destiny
Was
that
we'd
be
glued
To
a
lack
of
hope
But
I'd
hope
to
find
A
new
situation
New
life
Neon
lights
and
carbon
cloak
The
noise
Chime
of
freedom
I
have
never
known
But
I
think
sometimes
Of
what
I
left
behind
Dirt
roads
and
the
peace
of
mind
But
here
the
fight
is
fierce
For
a
single
scrap
Sone
have
lost
their
lives
Hoping
they
would
find
A
new
situation
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