Loma Prieta - Last City Тексты

Last city
Late containment
A city dying
Hold the cold heart of security
Absolute truth: a glass city
All roads bypass home
A sick curiosity about
A lost city
A ghost town
Losing ground
Tell the walls a long lost song's words
Losing ground
Always bare yourself
To suffer
Harness the hardpressed
To suffer
Be the last city.
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