City of Roses

A break in the clouds is a break in my day
 Face the sun of my salvation
 As Hathaway Jones would have made it his own feet
 Fly by the wings of your creation
 On the top of your head, there is a poem
 The thought in my head, oh God only knows
 As everything else will disappoint you
 I used to be young and bold
 But now I'm afraid, I'm getting so old
 I followed the light to the City of Roses
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 It's a little-known fact that I can't cope
 I'm the champion of repression
 I've had it enough with the east coast
 I'll die by the wings of my ambition
 The city I left, the city of throes
 The one that I loved, the city of hope
 As everything else will disappoint you
 I used to be young and bold
 But now I'm of age, I'm getting so old
 I followed the light to the City of Roses
 A break in the clouds is a break in my day