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Brave young cowboys of the near north side |
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Mount those bridge rails |
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Ride all night |
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Scream when captured |
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Arch your back |
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Let this whole town hear your knuckles crack |
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Sapphire Trans- |
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AmHigh beams in vain |
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Drive wild broncos |
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Down the plain |
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Push up to the corner |
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Where the turbines hiss |
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Some day we won't remember this |
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Crawl til dawn |
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On my hands and knees |
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God damn these vampires |
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For what they've done to me |
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Tie those horses |
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To the post outside |
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And let those glass doors open wide |
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And in their surface |
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See two young savage things |
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Barely worth remembering |
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Feast like pagans |
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Never get enough |
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Sleep like dead men |
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Wake up like dead men |
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And when the sun comes try not to hate the light |
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Some day we'll try to walk upright |
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Crawl til dawn |
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On my hands and knees |
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God damn these bite marks |
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Deep in my arteries |
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Crawl til dawn |
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On my hands and knees |
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God damn these vampires |
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For what they've done to me |
