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Let's get reborn tonight like a phoenix in bar lights |
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Burn up, plans don't seem so crazy |
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They all look clear through the cloudy beer |
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We can rise up and leave this urban ashtray |
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Blaze away |
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And set some fires on Lyndale |
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Losing days |
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If we stay this numb there's no way that we'll fail now |
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No one really gets us, no one does |
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We've smoldered in silence |
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Now I'm yelling at the approaching skyline 'cause |
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The routine don't make sense |
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Listen to Kerouac |
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He's talking to us |
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Pack up your bags |
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If we don't run we'll rust |
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Let's get reborn tonight like a phoenix in bar lights |
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Burn up, plans don't seem so crazy |
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They all look clear through the cloudy beer |
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We can rise up and leave this urban ashtray |
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Blaze away |
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And set some fires on Lyndale |
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Losing days |
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If we stay this numb there's no way that we'll fail |
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Take me away with you |
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Yeah, take me down |
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Can't move until I get kicked around |
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Front porch, empty bottles, your hiccups |
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Toast to new days, simpatico don't wake me up |
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Simpatico don't wake me up |
