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My Sweet City Noam Fletcher My sweet city My sweet city I'm not afraid of heights anymore Life was sittin' sad beside me And you cured our depression My sweet city My sweet city Hold me like it's nineteen seventy-four The world outside City of Electric Dreams Noam Fletcher Let the neon lights fill my view Reflections out in the windows While the image shines in my mind You walk in with flames in your eyes City of shadows surrounded by smoke Still and silent waiting for the Preservation In The City Noam Fletcher Preservation in the city I don't need to go to work 'cause I can take all the bullets Yeah preservatives protect me Last night they lined me up Against the wall and shot me up But I was still waking up Hyperfocus Noam Fletcher This city wants me for my blood cells Building cabins and more Lost my dreams in the rain clouds Always losing my thoughts Married to something more Spinning round and around Drifting like I need it (Like Magic Donuts Noam Fletcher Modern life and magic donuts City lights that burn like smoke Have known it all so familiar Oh Wanna paint that picture one more time Ah I've seen the city at dawn Listened to the tearful song Applaud Afternoon Recess Noam Fletcher Morning smog creepin' along The rooftops of the city in flames Tiling up houses Glazing our eyes A sunburnt star upon a dry demise A cool breeze 'neath the canopy Blowin' open the leaves And now we see I'll Never Understand Noam Fletcher The nails in the coffin keep you in the ground The records they burn when the sounds get too loud The gatekeepers laugh in their seventies shrouds I'll never understand Nostalgia sending a shiver down my I'm a Knot That Must Be Tied Noam Fletcher let no dogs inside Baby boomers never left this town Except for when their better sides come out Shake it if you've got good knees I hear there's nothing but good seats if you're with us Painted from my Saturday Walkin' Noam Fletcher Look at my phone oh is it time for cartoons? I'll Give It to You Noam Fletcher You tried to reach for my hand Thinking about what I once said About reinventing the wheel Instead of being content I said it in confidence And you really liked what I said I could steal that idea from Grew Up Real Noam Fletcher I hear all these drops fall through Hey Way-o We grew up real All we had was our word Hey Way-o My first life before all this Before the bricks Sticks and cement I'd meet you by the fence Of the primary Neon Undertow Noam Fletcher thought so much of the red And number ones Well That's what she said When she was young Eyes in the lens Starting to freeze like the sea Painted faces again Powers she brings Of thunder and steel In my Strangers Again Noam Fletcher Yes They overlap So How did my first love grow up to be one of many? When Hell Was Laid Back Noam Fletcher Walk Away Noam Fletcher Noam Wouter Hamel I LOVE THESE AFTER HOURS WHEN NOAM COMES TO TOWN HE LOVES THAT SWEET n SOUR HE SURE CAN HOLD ‘EM DOWN OUR SHIP SHOULD SAIL TOMORROW WE’LL MAKE IT BACK IN TIME GO ‘HEAD n WIPE AWAY THOSE SORROWS THIS Hi, Everyone Leave Please FLETCHER Oh Oh-oh I sold out Radio City, but I'm not on the radio Kinda bruises my ego watchin' the other pop girls Skyrocket to the moon, is it cold up there too? Does bein' a star give you a wider view? Chaos FLETCHER everybody's dreaming I stay up late, so I can finally hear myself think When I'm far from home, I, I call God up on the telephone I say "Hey, there girl, I don't know what I'm doing Think I've made a mess of my Doing Better FLETCHER Your girlfriend never thanked me for being such a pyro Lighting matches with my eyes closed Kerosene in your mouth Drove you so far away It's like I went and dropped you off at her house I know you kept Congratulations! FLETCHER congratulations anymore 'Cause it doesn't quite hit No, it doesn't quite hit the spot, babe It's a needle-in-the-haystack kind of lore It's a dopamine lie And the dopamine's running dry, babe You can say I lost my Good Girl / Gone Girl FLETCHER hurts I think out of everything It's the most painful breakup I ever had to go through Don't have the words Lately I've been tongue-tied I don't know how to say that I'm sorry and I love you There goes my D i s t a n c e FLETCHER myself from calling you up and causing hell 'Cause I know how it always ends, and I don't wanna play again So I'm just gonna love you from a distance That don't mean that I'm not gonna miss you Even if my The Arsonist FLETCHER outcrazy myself I'll take the blame for the gasoline I was the bitch who burned everything Over and over, I'm tired I guess the arsonist ran out of fire Now that I'm older, I can't afford To blow up my Would You Still Love Me? FLETCHER And live this through the photos in my room? Would you still love me? While the supernova's dying It's so hard to look away Would you still love me? Boy FLETCHER been hiding out in Northern California Where nobody knows who I was before Where they won't judge me in the morning We were counting down, the music stopped We were waiting for the ball to drop I closed my Don’t Tempt Me… FLETCHER back and changed the station, I'm back for more Fuck, I'm so impatient If I could find a stronger drink than you and me If I could mediate the feeling out of me Then I'd cry Cry But there's a monster in my All of the Women FLETCHER don't give into pressure 'Cause all that pressure changes things She took a couple shots, a couple trips around the sun She tried on every version of the girl she was Now and then, I miss her, yeah, my Party FLETCHER I know when you knock on my door You're waiting for the drama of The silhouette of who I was before I scattered it like stardust Champagne bottles, they lose their luster When you leave 'em open for a Noam Chomsky Astrud & Collectiu Brossa Baja a la cafeteria del campus con el corazon en un puno Sus colegas suspiran y lloran sus alumnos el tiembla como una hoja y le entra la risa floja Y ahora llora, y ahora euforia, es Dioniso, una noria Noam Open The Door, Richard Dusty Fletcher Now look-there's that old woman 'cross the street lookin' out the windah (Who's that, Widow Sweet?) That must be her sister, I guess. She wants to make SURE this is me.