i want to save you from this savage city

i want to save you from this savage city

taste the ocean on your teeth

i want to free you from this dirt and sadness

let your lungs remember how it feels to breathe

and don't you worry bout the money darlin'

i've got able hands and restless feet

no don't you worry bout the money darlin'

all this noise ain't worth a dime to me

so lets give these streets their proper funeral

process like soldiers down the avenue

and you can wave like you're the queen of england

and then turn your back on all you knew

and i'll tip my hat to all their fame and fortune

electric eyes and neon tears

but i want to save you from this savage city

because i haven't seen real stars in years

i would have saved you from this savage city

now i taste the ocean in your tears

but don't you worry about nothin' darlin'

i can always disappear

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