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Looking down at the strip from my hotel room, It must be a full moon, cause their all out tonight All the insecure boys in their muscle cars, Young girls in their pushup bras under neon lights, They come here for freedom, freedom from anything And for miles and miles down this road, you can hear them sing With their voices, and their engines, and their pounding radios It seems like round here, no one knows CHORUS: No one knows that there's more Beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets Take my hand and let me pull you Out of the blindness of your weary soul To somewhere beautiful To somewhere beautiful Is there any way to learn from what you've been told Or do you really have to hold the experience Cause you can hear me now, and come out clean Trust me, I could spare you the consequence I can tell by your eyes, that there ain't no getting through Cause you're hell bent on doing exactly what you've gotta do So welcome to a long line of sinners and saints Is there anyone around here who ain't Letras de cancionesDon't you know that there's more Beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets Take my hand, and let me pull you Out of the blindness of your weary soul To somewhere beautiful To somewhere beautiful Don't you know that there's more Beyond these dead skies and all these filthy streets So take my hand, let me pull you Out of the blindness of your weary soul To somewhere beautiful To somewhere beautiful Yeah, to somewhere beautiful... From Letras Mania