This City I hate this city I'm not fond of life right now either The pace is supposed to be fast But ends up being slow In many ways like a small town Traffic keeps you from running Off the edge of the world There are no seasons here And little rain To clean my soul The magic secrets are just magic And many moments I once thought beautiful Are actually contrived and well-timed But.... When I need the sunshine It's perpetually here And the moon shines through almost every night I have great friends A job I can enjoy A roof over my head And I've fallen in love Even though my dreams are cinema secrets I get to see Ghostworld So that trade is fine And without these little inconveniences That sometimes arise Everything cannot be 100% There would be no need To call on the Goddess No desire for the good When evil comes No passion in my darkness |
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