There was truth
There was consequence
Against you, a weak defense
Then there's me, I'm seventeen
Looking for a fight
All my life
I was never there
I'm just a ghost
Running scared
Here our dreams aren't made,
They're won.
Lost in the city of angels
Down in the comfort of strangers
I found myself in the огонь burnt hills
In the land of a billion lights
Bought my fate, straight from hell
A секунда sight has paid off well
For a mother, a brother and me
The silver of the lake at night
The hills of Hollywood on fire
A boulevard of hope and dreams
Streets made of desire
Lost in the city of angels
Down in the comfort of strangers...
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