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I'm not a saint But at least I'm not a fake I try to tell you bout' my day But yet you're caught up in the things that you're ready to say Thought I'd be swimming in pools of gold Now I'm just looking through empty souls Stuck at a party with people I don't know California lonely paradise (fuck) I just landed in the city of plastic angels We're all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle I'm beggin' give me something real Cause nobody here cares how we feel And I'm new here but I just landed in the city of plastic angels I know you're lost Overcompensate with all the things you bought Maybe I'm a little too honest Don't mean to put you all, for what's to come Thought I'd be swimming in pools of gold Now I'm just looking through empty souls Stuck at a party with people I don't know California lonely paradise (fuck) I just landed in the city of plastic angels We're all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle I'm beggin' give me something real Cause nobody here cares how we feel And I'm new here but I just landed in the city of plastic angels (I just landed in the city of plastic angels) (We're all a little fucked up but we fix with the perfect angle) Thought I'd be swimming in pools of gold Now I'm just looking through empty souls Stuck at a party with people I don't know California lonely paradise (fuck) I just landed in the city of plastic angels We're all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle I'm beggin' give me something real Cause nobody here cares how we feel And I'm new here but I just landed in the city of plastic angels
Writer(s): Kyle Reynolds, Margaret Peake, Frank Sweet, Kai Klopfleisch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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