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Pitiful shoes, then we stepped in rain |
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And cold & wet my man |
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It's just become this race |
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To leaving |
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A pocket full of lint |
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A pocket full of shit |
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Matches from the bar |
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"What reason should I stay?" I say |
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When I'm out on the street |
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I get light on my feet |
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Sometimes we suffocate & choke & gag |
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When the air we breathe becomes poison dope |
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We leave in the morning with blood by our side |
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Seeking happiness & long lost hope |
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We dream of new found freedom |
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But we're just too scared of leaving |
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Sometimes we dream of new found freedom |
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But we're brothers for a reason |
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I rest in my skin |
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Then it starts again |
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The whisper on the wind |
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Behind me like a friend breathing |
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Even down by the sea |
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I hear my name on the breeze |
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Chorus |
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No matter what |
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The cat drags in |
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No matter what |
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The wind might bring |
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The road won't rise to meet us friend |
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Till we listen to the song |
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We're singin' |
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When I'm out on the street |
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I get light on my feet... |
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Chorus |