Here she comes looking pretty
Here she comes feeling fine
Her oyster walls, this big city
She is a pearl roughly confined
And to you all still a mystery
Filled with doubt though she is ripe
So she moves anxious but steadly
Fading now into the night
What is freedom?
What is love?
Always some string attached, some fucking catch
Can't deal in dealing with no integrity
Where is honor?
What is sincerity?
Sometimes this city really gets me down
Can't see my way through at all
And she ran like blood through the corridors of your mind
Into a brand new future one without the likes of you
What is freedom?
What is love?
Always some string attached, some fucking catch
Can't deal in dealing with no integrity
Where is honor?
What is sincerity?
Sometimes this city really gets me down
Can't see my way through at all
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