Ahhhh There's a hundred dead cities outside Waiting for the night to come There's a hundred dead cities outside Waiting for the night to come There's a hundred dead cities outside Waiting for the night to come There's a hundred dead cities outside Waiting for the night to come Ahhhh Move a little, turn a little Break a little, lose a little Move a little, turn a little Break a little, hurt a little You weren't made for this place But it's not your fault I don't know if it's all made up You weren't made for this place But it's not your fault Move a little, turn a little Break a little, lose a little Move a little, turn a little Break a little, hurt a little