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Liège (French pronunciation: [ljɛːʒ]; Dutch: Luik, [lœyk] ( listen); Walloon: Lidje; German: Lüttich; Latin: Leodium; Limburgish: Luuk; Luxembourgish: Léck; until 17 September 1946 the city's name was written Liége, with the acute accent instead of a grave accent) is a major city and municipality of Belgium located in the province of Liège, of which it is the economic capital, in Wallonia, the French-speaking region of Belgium.
The city is situated in the valley of the Meuse River, near Belgium's eastern borders with the Netherlands and Germany, where the Meuse meets the Ourthe. It is in the former sillon industriel, the industrial backbone of Wallonia. The Liège municipality includes the former communes of Angleur, Bressoux, Chênée, Glain, Grivegnée, Jupille-sur-Meuse, Rocourt, and Wandre.
The city is the principal economic and cultural centre of Wallonia. As of October 2011, Liège has 196,496 inhabitants. The metropolitan area, including the outer commuter zone, covers an area of 1,879 km2 and has a total population of 749,110 as of 1 January 2008. This includes a total of 52 municipalities, a.o. Herstal and Seraing. Liège ranks as the third most populous city in Belgium, after Brussels and Antwerp, and the fourth municipality after Antwerp, Gent and Charleroi. (note that the size of the municipality can be relatively small compared to the real size of the agglomeration)
The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen
So don't get your hopes up
This life's a contradiction,
a typecast for hypocrisies,
but you run the miles away on to sell yourself short
And i am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you as a concubine
Taste the salt from your worthless tears
I felt your heart beat for one last time
and i let go forever
And I am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you
I still dream of you
Sirens fade from silence
this is were the story ends
In a dream of truth, they'll never find you
Yellow tape, empty chalklines,
that's all she wrote
Head first through a noose,
I'd shed a tear for you,
but you're not even here
I scream your name for one last time
Can you here me now?
Can you feel me now?
But i must move on to find
reason for years of weakening disaster
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so let go
This blackout begins to define this sorry moment
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
I let go of everything I loved
From all the bridge drops,
I leave her crimson tide
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so i let go
This blackout begins