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Erica America |
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Fremont street lies empty |
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A cleaning vehicle drew a line across my cameras lens |
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I whispered our namesErica and Jens |
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Erica America |
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They demolished a frontier casino |
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And the day after the air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume |
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Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume |
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Erica America |
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Erica America |
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Summer never ends here |
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I said to myself, as if that would make things better |
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Summer is exhausting me with its exhaust fumes and empty promises |
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And promises of no more empty promises |
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Erica America |
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I wish I'd never met you |
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Like I wish I'd never tasted wine |
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Or tasted it from lips that weren't mine |
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Now every drop tastes more bitter all the time |
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Erica America |
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Erica America |
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I wish I'd never met you |
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Like I wish I'd never tasted wine |
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Or tasted it from lips that weren't mine |