I used to be like you,
Innocent and hopeless.
I used to be like you,
But not as beautiful.
So now I'm on a plane,
A million miles away,
And I miss you.
And as the saying goes,
I'm getting too old
But I'm coming home
'Cause wherever you are,
Is the city of angels.
Wherever you are
is where I will be,
Is where I will be,
Is where I will be
I used to be like you,
Positively hollow.
We always fought things through
With napalm and gold.
Like castles in the sky,
They kill to be alive,
And they're silhouettes of you and I.
'Cause wherever you are,
Is the city of angels.
And wherever you are,
Is where I will be,
Is where I will be,
Is where I will be.
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
So now I'm on a plane,
A million miles away,
And I miss you.
And as the saying goes,
I'm getting too old
But I'm coming home.
'Cause wherever you are
Is the city of angels.
Wherever you are,
Is where I will be,
Is where I will be,
Is where I will be.
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