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Shakedown 1979 |
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Cool kids never have the time |
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On a live wire right up off the street |
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You and I should meet |
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June bug skipping like a stone |
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With the headlights pointed at the dawn |
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We were sure we'd never see an end to it all |
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And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues |
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And we don't know just where our bones will rest |
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To dust I guess forgotten and absorbed |
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Into the earth below |
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Double cross the vacant and the bored |
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They're not sure just what we have in the store |
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Morphine city slippin' dues down to see |
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We don't even care as restless as we are |
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We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts |
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And poured cement, lamented and assured |
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To the lights and towns below |
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Faster than the speed of sound |
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Faster than we thought we'd go |
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Beneath the sound of hope |
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Justine never knew the rules |
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Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls |
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No apologies ever need be made |
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I know you better than you fake it to see |
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That we don't even care to shake these zipper blues |
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And we don't know just where our bones will rest |
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To dust I guess forgotten and absorbed |
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Into the earth below |
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The street heats the urgency of now |
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As you see there's no one around |
