"City" by Sara Bareilles
"There's a harvest each Saturday night
At the bars filled with perfume
And hitching a ride
A place you could stand for one night
And get gone
And it's clear this conversation
Ain't doing a thing
'Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing
And I don't feel like singing tonight
Oh, the same song
Here in these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I finding every reason to be gone
There's nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you
The situation's always the same
You've got your wolves in their clothes
Whispering Hollywood's name
Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it's not me
Here in these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I finding every reason to be gone
There's nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you
Calling out
Somebody same me I feel like I'm fading away
Am I gone?
Calling out
Somebody save me I feel like I'm fading
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no, no
Deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I finding every reason to be gone
There's nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold on to you"
--as always
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