I like to stick to walls
Deserving conversations and lifting them when they fall
I am a fire escape, my spine's made of iron
My heart pumps that old red paint
Save yourself, save yourself, yourself
Save yourself, save yourself
I see the seasons change
All the young faces come and replaces the dying marks
Sit out on Lexington and Vine
All the pimps and prostitutes wave you down at stopping signs
Save yourself, save your yourself, yourself
Save yourself, save yourself
Los Angelos I have waited for you
To pick yourself up and change
The city you live this ocean and sand
Its founded by lights and self made men
I've seen the dreamers find their legs
And I've seen the ones that come get reduced to bones and bread
I am a fire escape, my spine's made of iron
My heart pumps that old red paint
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