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Three AM, the concrete is frozen cold
Driving past the towers made of glass and gold
None of these numbers can buy back the time
Only the static is sharing my mind
Drifting through the dead zone,
completely numb
Waiting for the morning that will never come
(never come)
Heavy is the silence when the city sleeps
Secrets that the dark luxury keeps
Looking at my shadow on the empty lane
No more tears to filter out the phantom pain
Built a fortress tall just to sit alone
King of a kingdom made of stone
Drifting through
the dead zone,
completely numb
(so numb) Waiting
for the morning that will never come