Strange Birds on the Wing

"...but still I go out every night
and hide myself among the lights
bathe in all the pretty things the city brings
the bodies glisten and they shine
like the stars we're born to die
and like these roses we all will fade
i'm counting the cars on the freeway below
lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives
speeding out of control
lost in the music in the music..."
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