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Girls! Girls! The city is sick!God only knows if we'll make it through thisThere's beds on top of ambulances A place where you sleepYou're nauseous from the bleach that you need to soak your sheetsYour lipstick's pretty crude across the mask over your mouthBut I warn you in the memory of your lips underneath:Carry a torch and trust the wrench but get out! Get out! Get out!Girls! Girls! The city is sick!I know you're more unhealthy than you care to admitWhen the city is embracing you, you can't feel anything elseYou're more familiar with the streets than you are with yourselfYour name is engraved in the frames of every houseBut I warn you because you never meant to stay:Carry a torch and trust the wrench but get out! Get out! Get out!All the doctors and the architects wash their handsWhat would you expect?Your ears can hear the choirs singThe death of their important thingsAnd every note a call to endAnatomies and atlasesLetras de cancionesThe simple maps, they help adviseThey comprise and compromiseThe place we are when we stand stillThe space we feel, the urge to fillGirls! Girls! The city is sick!There's bruises on your tongue cuz you don't know when to quitThere's blood stitched in your skirt that won't wash off in the lakeAnd glass in your teeth so that you know when you're awakeIf you're gonna keep together, you're gonna have to move quickI only warn you cuz I knew you before you were sick:Carry a torch and trust the wrench but get out! Get out! Get out! From Letras Mania