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Shots are filled and boredom killed |
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The last chance purple of dawn |
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Pagan roads and catacombs |
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Lost on the way to the heart |
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Bar souls and shifty eyes |
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Grievances to the government |
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San Francisco, |
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New York, |
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New YorkThe best religion is faith in man |
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Too far along to live alone |
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Chasing a world to call your own |
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The sting of mortality |
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A reminder renewal only happens within |
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The damage has been determined |
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There's a different set of rules closing in |
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History repeats while the sick machine roars |
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Hustlers and wolves walk freely through the door |
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But when you go leave a smile on your face |
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We're exiles now pulling out of this place |
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Too far along to let alone |
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Chasing a world to call our own |
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Too far along to let alone |
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Chasing a world to call our own |