There was a boy with the world in the palm of his hands
Bright like a star, but he burnt everything that he had
Trading his life punching holes in his veins
Fear of the height was a long fall from grace
But if you listen close you can still hear the boy in the man.
Sing me a symphony
One for the lost out in between
City of fallen dreams
City of angels
Sing back the melody
Song for the hearts left in these dreams
A voice for the out of reach
The city of angels

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