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City that never sleeps now slumbers dark,

still the kids run off to the park,

one day the powers on, next it's gone,

still the guitar plays out its song,

i was only trying to get ahead,

sometimes i lose touch, emote the undead,

i was only trying to be the happiest i could,

it's a shame that feeling is gone for good,

living in a snowglobe, she's outside looking in,

shaking up my life, snowglobing new ones she's hooking in,

so used to not caring and pretending to be okay,

i actually woke up okay one day,

who would have thought we'd even go that far?

all the places visited by foor or by your car,

will always have a ghost of us when i return,

there will always still be one candle to burn.