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Empty streets and the cold lamplight glow
In this city of fire, i'm walking alone
No friends and no faces, no calls on my phone
Just the sound of her voice in the silence, i know
All the s behind me have burned to the ground
Not a future in sight, not a hope to be found
Standing here in the ruins, a king with no crown
Just the thoughts of a lost love that keep spinning around
And she doesn't love me, i know it's the truth
But with anyone else, i can't picture my youth
I need her like air, like the sun's morning rays
More than anything else in these desolate days
They all tell me, "let go, man, just forget and move on
There are so many others before the new dawn."
They just watch with a smirk, they don't see my own hell
And they throw empty words that don't break the spell
They can't understand me, can't fathom the pain
That she's the lead role that my whole life contains
How her smile is the thunder, the sun after rain
How this world is a wasteland where nothing remains
And she doesn't love me, i know it's the truth
But with anyone else, i can't picture my youth
I need her like air, like the sun's morning rays
More than anything else in these desolate days
Maybe this is just madness, maybe i'm far too weak
Maybe i built this prison, this torment i seek
But each beat of my heart is a rhythm for her
And my soul without her is a cold, granite blur
I would gladly be nothing, a shadow to trace
Just to feel her beside me, to be in her space
Just to look in her eyes that don't look back at mine
I am left here with nothing, no love and no sign
'cause she doesn't love me, i know it's the truth
But with anyone else, i can't picture my youth
I need her like air, like the sun's morning rays
More than anything else in these desolate days
And for her, i would do anything, take any fall
Even burn in this hellfire and give her my all
I can't make it without her, i can't break on through
I am drowning in this feeling, on the edge, what to do?
'cause she doesn't love me, i know it's the truth
But with anyone else, i can't picture my youth
I need her like air, like the sun's morning rays
More than anything else in these desolate days
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