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Stumbled up the alley over tins and wires and broken boxes |
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Left for us to trip across |
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Another bunch of rotten bad luck, you can't win man, what'd I tell you? |
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Mucking hands can have a cost |
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First soaring then collision |
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Like my television, stories all end up the same |
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So we just drink deep, inhale, and cough |
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Move on before it wears off, are we smarter than this shell game? |
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I blinked |
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Up the street to Grand Avenue, end up at the water front |
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Where pollution's made the sky go black |
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Never trust the books and never screw the ones who don't deserve it |
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Slump let reflections play back |
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Watch soaring then collision |
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Like my television, stories all end up the same |
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So we just drink deep, inhale, and cough |
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Move on before it wears off, are we smarter than this shell game? |
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I'm not |
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It's no use kid, I can't stop bleeding |
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Take this old guitar, it's all I'm leaving |
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It's seen the Jersey pines, bright neon signs |
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And rode the Brighton line |
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I'll tell you what you're up against |
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It's the toughest fucking town I've ever seen |
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And you're going it alone, you're an outsider so |
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Keep your profile low |