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My World Is a Cynic - Back in Chicago Lyrics



My World Is a Cynic - Back in Chicago Lyrics




Pretty things, pretty things, I cannot take it anymore
Anymore
Keeping me close in a long stare, It's all I need to make these things a mess
Again

Even though our voices grow louder out here
It's a struggle, to even hear at all

Pretty things, anesthesia
Walking further than I thought
Rising and walking back again
Pausing and taking it all in at once

Treble on my tongue, and low in the landscape
Where the air came close and you found name
Where it cleared and I took it in
Just a second, where the city finds me here
And I said Treble on my tongue, and low in the landscape
Where the air came close and you found name
Where it cleared and I took it in
Now ASCEND, just a second, where the city finds me here

Pretty things, pretty things, I cannot take it anymore
Anymore
Keeping me close in a long stare, It's all I need to make these things a mess
Again
Even though our voices grow louder out here
It's a struggle, to even hear anyone at all

Pretty things, anesthesia
Walking further than I thought
Rising and walking back again
Pausing and taking it all in at once
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Pretty things, pretty things, I cannot take it anymore
Anymore
Keeping me close in a long stare, It's all I need to make these things a mess
Again

Even though our voices grow louder out here
It's a struggle, to even hear at all

Pretty things, anesthesia
Walking further than I thought
Rising and walking back again
Pausing and taking it all in at once

Treble on my tongue, and low in the landscape
Where the air came close and you found name
Where it cleared and I took it in
Just a second, where the city finds me here
And I said Treble on my tongue, and low in the landscape
Where the air came close and you found name
Where it cleared and I took it in
Now ASCEND, just a second, where the city finds me here

Pretty things, pretty things, I cannot take it anymore
Anymore
Keeping me close in a long stare, It's all I need to make these things a mess
Again
Even though our voices grow louder out here
It's a struggle, to even hear anyone at all

Pretty things, anesthesia
Walking further than I thought
Rising and walking back again
Pausing and taking it all in at once
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Writer: Curran Chapman
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Performed By: My World Is a Cynic
Length: 7:42
Written by: Curran Chapman
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