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It's 4 in the morning, a beer on the shore |
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we're waiting for glory no waiting for more |
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It's 4 in the morning and the streets have our name |
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this city is ours and this is the game |
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It's 4 in the morning and here comes the push |
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the longing desire, the tickle, the wish |
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It's 4 in the morning and the msh doesn't leave |
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the rush in your blood that wouldn't believe |
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that we might be wrong |
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and everything doesn't mean anything at all. |
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I'II lend your hunger 'l quiet release |
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for all your desires might manage to breathe |
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and the pressure will turn it's eyes off your head. |
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And the beating will turn into walking ahead |
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'Cause we might be wrong |
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and everything doesn't mean anything at all. |
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It's 4 in the morning, a beer on the shore |
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we're waiting for glory no waiting for more |
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It's 4 in the morning and we still won't go home |
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still chasing the dragons but dancing alone |
