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from the echoed streets of the mission |
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where the night can save your life |
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to the rows of narrow corridors |
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where the world looks nothing like |
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anything your eyes have ever seen in your entire life |
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san francisco can be short and louder than the world at night |
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and the world exhales |
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and none of us can even stand still |
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let it rain all day on our asshole parade |
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cause we're smiling still |
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count your bruises one by one and laugh it off |
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and stick around down here with us |
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there's unity in detachment |
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we're not on trial |
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so let the time you spent on the back bench... |
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make the life you've lived worth while |
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in a city blanketed with revolution you can't live in denial |
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don't go living life inside those quotations |
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look to your friends for your inspiration |
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chicago rooftops will take me away from the ugly city |
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by the 405 where every palm tree dies and the world is burning alive |