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Night sunshine |
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the ghetto bird chimes 4am |
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welcome to the west |
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a mosquito to kiss your hands and feet |
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welcome to this dirty business |
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i was surprised |
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when you called me a lady |
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'cause i'm still not so sure that that's what i wanna be |
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'cause i remember the 80s |
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and i remember its puffy sleeves |
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you say i'm lucky to be here |
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then maybe you can take this over |
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and i'll gladly wear the pants into the next century |
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past the scanners with ease |
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past armies of them who once played in a band |
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and wasted it complaining like a trust fund kid |
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paying you to play here while they hate you because of it |
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you say i'm lucky to be here |
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but i've been driving for 21 days |
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oh oh oh |
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oh oh oh |
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oh oh oh |
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what's that nasty sound |
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the e brake drags the ground |
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god if you only knew |
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what my candied fist could do |
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the curtains closing in from all directions |
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just answer my question |
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perhaps it's best if i continue |
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starring me as you |
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me as you |
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starring me as you |
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me as you |
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there you are |
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at the edge of the world |
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dangling with my heart a pounding |
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above a gulf of hamstrung promises |
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you sang like Auld Lang Syne |
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you wanted it so badly that you believed them at the time |
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every fashions flame, every jet plane lie |
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every second helping of that offramp fame we die a little |
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you're right, i'm from nowhere |
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you're right, i'm from nowhere |
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you're right, i'm from nowhere |
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you're right |