Lookin' back at the crash site
I don't see me by the roadside
Well, this heart is on wheels, tonight
Straight through the ghettos and without lights
Now, every heart has a blind side
Where it learns how to improvise
Well, this place is a whorehouse, tonight
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives
But all of these horses that you chase around
In the end, they are the ones that always bring you down
In this invisible city, where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark, feelin' pretty is so hard
Now all of these voices
And all of these noises
With all their illusions of choices
As they've come to my door with one dozen roses
The imitation of good faith
Is how you stumble upon hate
It may've been the first of mistakes
When we held on too loosely, then opened the gates
But all of these horses that you chase around
In the end, they are the ones that always bring you down
In this invisible city, where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark, feelin' pretty is so hard
Now, I try not to tell lies
But there's pressures from inside
So I've learned how to compromise
Good people for alibis
But all of these horses that you chase around
In the end, they are the ones that always bring you down
In this invisible city, where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark, feelin' pretty is so hard
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