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Gray light, new day leaks through the window |
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An old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio |
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We walk the forty blocks to the middle |
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Of the place we heard that everything would be |
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And there were barricades to keep us off the street |
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But the crowd kept pushing forward |
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Till they swallowed the police |
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Ya they went wild |
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Ya they went wild |
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Ya they went wild |
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Ya they went wild |
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We left before the dust had time to settle |
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Now all the broken glass swept off the avenue |
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And on the way home held your camera like a bible |
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Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth |
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And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room |
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You dropped the paper in the water |
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And it all begins to bloom |
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Ya they go wild |
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Ya they go wild |
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Ya they go wild |
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Ya they go wild |
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And just when I get so lonesome I cant speak |
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I see some flowers on the hillside |
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Like a wall of new TVs |
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Ya they go wild |
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Ya they go wild |
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Ya they go wild |
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Ya they go wild |
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Ya they go wild ha.... |
