All of these friends
We are in stitches
While our skin mends
We are head over heels
with hills overhead
I just wanna bring it back to life
the spark that started on a damp cold night
We might consume a little liquor
to make the flames grow quicker
As the city sleeps, we wake up
And theres no time to make up
to these streets beneath this machine
our feet hover on clouds painted serene
I think you know what I mean
the feeling of living in dreams
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