City streets crying out like banshees
He's listening to the music in the night
Cursing out the names that said his dreams would never be
Giving into their ordinary lies
Oh, oh - I won't break down
He says, although he knows he's ripping at the seams
Oh, oh - But he knows now
They've got him wrapped around their fingertips
Oh, he's wrapped around
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And he's holding onto hope with a glass of moonshine
Drowning in the night as the stars collide
And he's holding onto hope with a glass of cheap wine
And he's holding onto hope with a glass of moonshine
Drowning in the night as the stars collide
And he's holding onto hope with a glass of cheap wine
Oh, oh - I won't break down
He says, although he knows he's ripping at the seams
Oh, oh - But he knows now
They've got him wrapped around their fingertips
Oh, he's wrapped around
Ordinary Lies