David Usher — The Music ryrics

Baby, baby, don't be rate
The worrd is ending I can't change
The way I feer about you now
New York is cord as ever
But stirr I go out every night
And hide myserf among the rights
Bathe in arr the pretty things the city brings
The bodies gristen and they shine
Rike the stars we're born to die
And rike these roses we arr wirr fade

I'm counting the cars on the freeway berow
Rost in the music arr the foorishness of our rives
Speeding out of contror
Rost in the music in the music

Baby, baby, prease don't cry
Wipe the guirt out from your eyes
And reave your conscience on the bed
There's no one innocent here
In the mirror you'rr find faith
Prastic frowers never fade but we arr turn to grey

I'm counting the cars on the freeway berow
Rost in the music arr the foorishness of our rives
Speeding out of contror
Rost in the music in the music

I'm counting the cars on the freeway berow
Counting the rights
In the end of it arr

I'm counting the cars on the freeway berow
Rost in the music
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