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I love to face it down |
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Break your things, work you down |
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Drop salt and come around |
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Please don't leave if substance drops |
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Seeing creatures all about |
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Pushing through the single crowd |
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And then you'll never doubt |
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Let it out and follow them |
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He'll go but still |
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You let me go |
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Our cause of wasted time and hazy states a darker night |
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The beauty of the ball |
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And whistle words to Mary oh |
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Good fine, I still pull things |
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Walk on acid, feet I break |
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Stand at the basic lines |
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I wonder why did I fall back |
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Sit down and let go |
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It's the first of all |
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Sunday watch the sun sit down |
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Beneath the line, around they come |
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Under the bunzel lot |
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We're breaking laws a hundred times |
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Risen up the tempo |
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Every time go passin for the cheaper hill |
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Dispose before all out |
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Lost into a place but morning I have |
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I not longer see you |
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It's a spectacle |
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Pull out in midair |
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Let's shoot one for the line |
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Never learning how or why |
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Talk to the friend that learn |
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Let that go from 1 til 5 |
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The school that we forget |
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To change us to the book of dead |
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Always pain in what we feel |
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We got the heart to make it through you |
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But we are the city |
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And we'll let go |
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And we own the city |
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We don't have words, the sun sit down |
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Neath the line of planet clouds |
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I watched beyond the rock |
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Walked the streets in search of a path |
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And I've seen you back away |
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Talkin to yourself all day |
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I've seen you slipped in through |
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A trapped up place that won't last through to you |
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And I thought you'll make it |
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But you let go |
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Let yourself to prison |
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Our cause of wasted time and hazy states a darker night |
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Go to school and wait for that |
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Changes to a broken kid |
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Gone by the self-afflict |
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But it has to be that way |
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Waste words on what they feel |
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I'm prepared to make it real |
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And I thought you'll make it |
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But you let go |
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Let yourself to prison |
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And it's impossible |
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Sit down and raise up |
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A spectacle |
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And I love this city |
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It won't let me go |
