this scene and city call for a close up
but nothing comes close at all
the hits are misses, too late for last calls
behind big lenses, i am numb of my senses
the taste of losing you
a lemon soaked in sugar
and the nerves send the worst words
and we're just standing here in awe
it's so messed up, there must be a law
in my defense, the truth though weighs in so dense
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