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(originally by Rancid) |
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Me and Lars down on 6th street he knew that |
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I was in trouble |
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Feeling much like the devil |
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Something burnin' inside of me |
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Ran into three |
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Puerto Ricans |
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These girls took us to the funhouse |
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Where we played a lonely pinball machine |
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Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and |
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Broadway Cars pass by but none of 'em seem to go my way |
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New York City, well, |
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I wish I was on a highway |
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Back to Olympia |
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I'm having a hard time understanding |
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It gets all too demanding she's all gone and |
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I'm stranded |
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Something burning deep inside of me |
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All I know it's 4 o'clock and |
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She ain't never showed up and |
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I watched a thousand come home from work |
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Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and |
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Broadway Cars pass by but none of 'em seem to go my way |
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New York City, well, |
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I wish I was on a highway |
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Back to Olympia |
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How many times will it take me |
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Before I go crazy |
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Before I lose everything |
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Something burning deep inside |
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Ran into three |
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Puerto Ricans |
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These girls took me to the funhouse |
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I don't wanna be alone again |
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Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and |
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Broadway Cars pass by but none of 'em seem to go my way |
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New York City, well, |
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I wish I was on a highway |
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Back to Olympia |
