Hello city
Another night at the Palace
'cause there is nothing else to do.
The same people, the same drinks and the same music,
the same quicksand
I think this harbour town is waist deep and sinking fast.
Hello city,
You've found an enemy in me
Hello city, hello city.
Second night at the Warehouse,
and my mock turtleneck just reeks.
From the liquor room to the changeroom,
tomorrow
three
think
there
taking
streetlights
sights
should
shine
second
hungry
waist
nothing
street
enemy
music
sinking
found
caught
seaside
reeks
gloom
drinks
would
harbour
fights
hello
fault
people
another
hotel
quicksand
flights
climb
liquor
maybe
warehouse
palace
morning
turtleneck
night
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