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Beck - Cities

 

Ahhhh

Waiting for the night to come
There's a hundred dead cities outside
Waiting for the night to come
There's a hundred dead cities outside
Waiting for the night to come
There's a hundred dead cities outside

Ahhhh

Move a little, turn a little
Break a little, lose a little

Move a little, turn a little
Break a little, hurt a little

I'm bad for this place
It's not just...
I go on a little
You're a bad for this place
It's not your call
I don't know this old rhythm

Move a little, turn a little
Break a little, lose a little

Move a little, turn a little
Break a little, hurt a little