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Light it up like the city at night |
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Old dark bones in the city |
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Old Walt Whitman and borrowed alcohol |
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We drove fast shaking all the way |
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Like the waves in California |
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Sorry I never know what to say at all |
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Caught in a whirlwind |
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Dry as a bone |
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And I don't think that I can make it |
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On my own |
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On my own, my own x3 |
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[Burning] love man it never ends |
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I tried but I couldn't make it |
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Yea your paperback lovers could never pay the bills |
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Worn it once and then let it go |
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Or you may never shake it |
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End up drinking too much [then pop a pill] |
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Loose like a feather |
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And left here alone |
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And I don't think I can make it |
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On my own |
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On my own, my own x3 |
