[Intro – Soft guitar strums, reverb-heavy voice]
Oh yeah… oh yeah…
Dear God, are you listenin’?
I’ve been walkin’ streets where hope goes missin’…
(Where the dreams come to die…)
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[Verse 1 – Spoken rap, lo-fi beat builds slowly]
I saw a man with no shoes, bottle in hand,
He said, “My name’s Pete, used to have a life, understand?”
Back at 21 I had a wife and a son
But I gambled it away, now the streets are my lungs
He looked down, whispered, “Learn from me—
’Cause rock bottom don’t care who you used to be.”
Then he laughed… but it wasn’t joy
Just the sound of a soul they forgot to destroy
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[Pre-Chorus – Soft vocals, melancholic tone]
The only time it rains in Hollywood
Is when somebody cries
People come here chasing angels
But the angels just watch them die
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[Chorus – Ghostly layered vocals, emotional crescendo]
Dear God, where’d you go?
Ain’t picked up your phone
Not sayin’ I’m mad… but the world feels cold
So you should come around more
Where the dreams come to die
And the sinners still pray
But all we hear is silence
At the end of the day
So you should come around more…
(You should come around more…)
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[Verse 2 – Blunt rap/spoken word, slightly more aggressive beat]
Down on Vine, I met a girl with a sign
Eyes like tombstones — “Can you spare a dime?”
She said, “Left Detroit to be a movie star
Got lost in the lights, now I sleep in my scars”
She said her agent introduced her to coke
Now Sunset feels more like a cruel joke
And I stood there
Thinking, God, is this what faith wrote?
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[Bridge – Minimal beat, soft harmonies behind echoey voice]
Maybe we all just talk to the sky
Hoping it listens while we rot inside
You made us in your image — that’s what they say
So why we all breaking in the same damn way?
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[Chorus – Full vocal layering, desperate tone]
Dear God, where’d you go?
The streets are cold
People keep dying while you’re on hold
So you should come around more
Where the dreams come to die
And the angels wear disguise
Yeah, we still sing your name
But we ain’t heard replies
So you should come around more…
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[Outro – Stripped-down acoustic, final spoken words fading]
I met a kid playin’ broken chords
Hat pulled down, voice like a scar
He said, “Seven years and I still ain’t made it…
But I believe… even if the world’s jaded.”
And I swear, for a second…
It felt like God was watching.
But He blinked.
And the moment passed.
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