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You landed on time In the city of the dead How was your flight? I'm glad that we met Ain't gonna wait 'til the day dejection comes Ain't gonna waste my time with the pityful ones You know that I'm kind That I like to pretend That everything's fine That the rain is my friend Don't give a damn about fame if I gotta have a gun Ain't gonna like myself before I get something done (here) Oh yeah! Never mind the ethings they might have said Oh yeah! We're living in the city of the dead I want to believe I proceed with my choice It's getting harder to breath I'm losing my voice Oh yeah! Never mind the ethings they might have said Oh yeah! We're living in the city of the dead From Letras Mania