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Rave down, hit the ground |
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Before the pistol crack spins me out sideways |
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Like the sharp hard hit of a car crash in a dream |
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There's kids on the corner wanna |
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Beat-box my brains to bits |
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You can't cut creed clean |
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Things ain't black or white like they seem |
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Rave down, hit the ground 4 |
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AM all night hell gas station |
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Before we cruise off to the beach |
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Where the breeze blows easy and slow |
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We hung tight all night and no gig to go to |
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There could be something happenin' here |
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But there's just no place to go |
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Your town ain't lively up no more |
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Rave Down |
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Deep hot sun burns through the city |
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Yeah, they're havin' to peel |
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The pedestrians off the walls |
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Ex-cop 'round the block |
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Rockin' chair, suckin' beer |
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He blasts flies with his gun |
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Because swatting's no fun |
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Your town ain't hypin' up no more |
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Rave down |
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Rave down, hit the ground |
