Gold it's cold. Diamonds are dead. A limo it's just a car. Don't pretend. Feel what is real. That's it.
Sometimes i feel like i don't have a partner, sometimes i feel like 
my only friend. Is the city i live in, the city of angels? as lonely as i am, together we cry .

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