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Smeared black ink |
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Your palms are sweaty |
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And I'm barely listening |
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To last demands |
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I'm staring at the asphalt wondering |
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What's buried underneath where |
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I am I'll wear my badge |
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A vinyl sticker with big block letters |
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Adherent to my chest |
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That tells your new friends |
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I am a visitor here: |
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I am not permanent |
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And the only thing keeping me dry is where |
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I am You seem so out of context |
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In this gaudy apartment complex |
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A stranger with your door key |
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Explaining that |
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I am just visiting |
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And I am finally seeing |
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Why I was the one worth leaving |
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D.C. sleeps alone tonight |
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You seem so out of context |
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In this gaudy apartment complex |
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A stranger with your door key |
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Explaining that |
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I am just visiting |
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And I finally seeing |
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Why I was the one worth leaving |
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The district sleeps alone tonight |
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After the bars turn out their lights |
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And send the autos swerving |
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Into the loneliest evening |
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And I am finally seeing |
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Why I was the one worth leaving |
