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The sun is out, |
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I got no shades |
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The moon in my pocket, |
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I got it made |
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Riding my bike for a free guitar |
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Sweating in leather, my eye is the scar |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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She scratched me awake |
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Must've been a bad dream |
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Blood for a tear |
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And a kiss for a scream |
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Night clothes |
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Say a prayer for my sister |
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Drink my coffee down |
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The jukebox is blaring |
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An old fashioned sound |
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The street kids are walking |
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With books made of junk |
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With words drinking on them |
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Until they are drunk |
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Voices in echoes |
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Stir into noise |
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The soundtrack of chaos |
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Girls beating boys |
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Night clothes |
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I'm in my nightclothes |
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Still from the night before |
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Too many layers |
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And I can't reach the floor |
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All the time floating |
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On a bike made of wings |
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Sweating and laughing |
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As my lost angel sings |
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Deep in hells kitchen |
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With hookers and saints |
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Workers of metal |
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And gypsies with paints |
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Spraying on people |
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On city brick walls |
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Who somehow can listen |
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When euphoria calls |
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The world is a flood |
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Of music and light |
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Of day bleeding backwards |
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In the folly of night |
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The city must be |
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Where gods like to hang |
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Their monkey hearts beat |
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Like drums in the rain |
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In my nightclothes [?] |
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Here in my city |
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I'm blessed and |
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I'm cursed |
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Not nearly the best |
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But close to the worst |
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Blessed are the meek |
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The rodents, the slaves |
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For we are still close |
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To exploding the graves |
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To dance here with death |
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And music and light |
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Through agony days |
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And the freedom of night |
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In my nightclothes |
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I'm in my nightclothes |
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And the coffee is gone |
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To move through the veins |
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Of this old city's song |
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The laughter the music |
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The tears are the words |
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The melody suspended |
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Like wires and birds |
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Floating and changing |
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Resolved to be free |
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The light that's in you |
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Is in them and in me |
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In my nightclothes |
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I'm in my nightclothes |
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Still from the night before |
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I'm in my nightclothes |
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Still from the night before |
