Lyrics Blackened Cities - Melanie De Biasio
Blackened
cities
Rumble
Strangers
stroll
and
lovers
stumble
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
All
we
do
is
work
All
day
long
All
our
hours
we
Waste
away
The
world
shatters
close
behind
Nature
argues
another
way
Nature
argues
another
way
Goldjunkies
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
suffer
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
tougher
Addicted
to
breed
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
breed
Addicted
to
rougher
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
suffer
Addicted
to
suffer
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
greed
Addicted
to
rougher
Addicted
to
rougher
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Digging
deeper
Some
gold
Some
gold
Blackened
cities
Rumber
Strangers
stroll
And
lovers
stumble
As
I
walk
on
from
place
to
place
My
long
shadow
won't
leave
a
trace
Greed
and
power
may
prevail
No
you
won't
find
me
trapped
in
this
jail
No
you
won't
find
me
in
any
jail
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
I
keep
singing
above
hard
ground
All
this
sorrow
all
around
Too
many
smiles
and
kisses
hit
and
run
Nature
argues
another
way
Nature
howls
a
new
day
Nature
howls
a
new
day
Nature
howls
a
new
day
Nature
howls
a
new
day
Blackened
cities
(goldjunkies)
Rumble
(goldjunkies)
Strangers
stroll
And
lovers
stumble
We're
digging
deeper
We're
damn
deep
We're
digging
deeper
We're
damn
deep
We're
digging
deeper
We're
damn
deep
We're
digging
deeper
We're
damn
deep
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
As
I
walk
on
from
place
to
place
My
long
shadow
won't
leave
a
trace
Greed
and
power
may
prevail
No
you
won't
find
me
trapped
in
this
jail
No
you
won't
find
me
in
any
jail
If
you
feel
a
breeze
it
might
be
me
I
might
pass
this
way
to
set
you
free
You
may
choose
to
grasp
and
blame
You'll
feel
a
breeze
I
might
be
gone
You'll
feel
a
breeze
I
might
be
gone
Might
be
gone,
might
be
gone
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
Goldjunkies
I'm
gone
I'm
gone
I'm
gone
I'm
gone
If
you
feel
a
breeze
it
might
be
me
I
might
pass
this
way
to
set
you
free
You
may
choose
to
grasp
and
blame
You'll
feel
a
breeze
I
might
be
gone
You'll
feel
a
breeze
I
might
be
gone
I'm
gone
I'm
gone
I'm
gone
I'm
gone
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