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Dead Lord
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Hakim Krim
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Dead Lord
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Dear love, wish you could see it
How around here, it's never really dark
Neon's buzzing, still I can't cheat it
Like it's illuminating this broken heart
Don't you worry, I'm not sending you this letter
I know you would not like who I've become
I might hand you something better
Once I'm done drinking myself dumb
It's true what Vincent said about this town
How it's just waiting to swallow you down
Inside I'm dying, what's become of me?
Stumbling drunk down on Allen Street
Desperately crying but no one's hearing me
All alone, down
Here the buildings and what surrounds me
Seems to bring me to my knees
It's of you it reminds me
Though the signs are in Chinese
Now there's not too much left of me
Lost my mind somewhere by Houston and B
Inside I'm dying, what's become of me?
Stumbling drunk down on Allen Street
Desperately crying but no one's hearing me
All alone down on Allen Street
This time I'm all on my own
The Grey Lady's looking sweet
But she can't help tonight
This desperation's more than I can bare
Thirty-seven hundred miles astray, not feeling right
I'll send a silly postcard and disappear
Inside I'm dying, what's become of me?
Stumbling drunk down on Allen Street
Desperately crying but no one's hearing me
All alone down on Allen Street
All alone down on Allen Street
Can't find my way home from Allen Street
This time I'm all on my own
Writer(s): Omar Krim, Adam Lindmark, Anders Nordin
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