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There were dreams on a full moon night |
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Big black hole in the middle of the light |
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Painless times yeah we were feeling alright |
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We were breaking down the walls |
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Dirty little basements and electric guitars |
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Sound of the river and the pines and the stars |
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Drank a little to much yeah we took it too far |
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Well most of us survived |
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So much coming out and nothing going in |
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With your skirt above your knee and your murderous grin |
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Awe tell that your not real |
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You were standing there so literal and free |
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Writing pretty poems and ruining me |
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Took a little time but baby now I see |
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That the end is always near |
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I was sleeping on a couch with a shivering dog |
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Practicing my speeches and studying the law |
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Nothing in the cover but a hammer and a saw |
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And some nails to drive it home |
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So much coming out there's nothing going in |
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I could write it down but that would be a sin |
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And you know how I feel about sin |
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Charlie's on stage and roof may collapse |
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No one seems to worry about the light in the gap |
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All the walls painted yellow and papered with maps |
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A reminder its time to move on |
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Pretty little city built on a hillside |
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Music in the bars and fire in the sky |
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We went to the beach and it was covered in ice |
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And I used to call it home |
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So much coming out there's nothing going in |
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I know that you feel like you're never gonna win |
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Awe but the world wont forgive a winner |
