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Sam Gleason
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Lost In A City
Fire the good preacher He wasn't here Sunday He must have lost his way Send him down to the creature Of cruel damnation Excommunication now You can tell him the news As you pull him from the wreckage Of his Cadillac seven A slip of the hand And you're kicked out of Heaven now You're lost in a city Oh, what a pity, pity Everything's pretty Much a mess Looming figurines Face of the machine Looking for a meaning Behind the rest Slander all the sinners But that is you and me Oh, hypocrisy And shield all the beginners So that they only see Part of reality You can tell them there's no such thing as the bogey man But that's not the master plan Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's who they're being raised by You're lost in a city Oh, what a pity, pity Everything's pretty Much a mess Looming figurines Face of the machine Looking for a meaning Behind the rest Lost in a city Oh, what a pity Everything's pretty Much a mess Looming figurines Face of the machine Looking for a meaning You're lost in a city Oh, what a pity, pity Everything's pretty Much a mess Looming figurines Face of the machine Looking for a meaning Behind the rest.
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