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Standing in a world with a streetlight sun |
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I don't keep my sneakers white |
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all I really got is a name and a buck |
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to get me to another life |
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and I wonder what you're doing tonight. |
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I burn the house down |
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and I leave it behind |
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I didn't need the money but the money was nice |
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I need a countdown |
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when the fire is high |
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sitting on the curb and it's hot tonight. |
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2am is bright from this side of the street |
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tomorrow seems a year away |
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sitting by the fire and I saved you a seat |
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you're not keeping track of days |
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and I wonder what you're doing tonight. |
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I burn the house down |
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by the end of the night |
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my pocket's full of nothing and it's keeping me light |
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I need a countdown |
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when the fire is high |
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sitting on the curb and it's hot tonight. |
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Drinking in the park |
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staring at the stars like a satellite dish |
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I had a good time |
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and I'm ready to die. |
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Nothing is enough to anyone else |
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I wait until they pass me by |
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standing in a world with a streetlight sun |
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watch me slipping out of sight |
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and I wonder what you're doing tonight. |
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I burn the house down |
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by the end of the night |
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I didn't need the money but the money was nice |
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I need a countdown |
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as I'm watching it die |
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sitting on the curb and it's hot tonight. |