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SUN'S GOING DOWN LET'S GET TOGETHER |
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ON THE BRIDGE WE'LL MEET UP TONIGHT |
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BLACK PANTS RED SWEATSHIRT AND BROWN BAGS |
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ABOVE THE EAST RIVER'S NORTHERN LIGHTS |
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YOU SEE WHAT I SEE |
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I THOUGHT IT MAKE BELIEVE |
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WATCHED THE SUN RISE |
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ON MY STREET |
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OLD CEMENT MAKES FOR |
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A SOLID PLACE TO LAY |
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BED OF LIGHT GREY |
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MY BED OF LIGHT GREY |
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WHILE I KNOW IT'S LETTERS |
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THAT CAN SPELL |
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I HEAR NOW IT'S WORDS THAT CAN SAY |
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I DECIDED TO START WRITING LESS |
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AND I'M TALKING MORE EVERYDAY |
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SIXTEEN OF OUR FRIENDS |
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A FIVE SEAT BRIGHT RED VAN |
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CURBSIDE VIEW |
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TURN OFF OF GRAND |
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POUND MY STEERING WHEEL |
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WE YELL TO THE WINDSHIELD |
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I'M FINALLY HOME |
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I'M FINALLY HOME |
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NO TIME FOR CAMERAS |
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WE'LL USE OUR EYES INSTEAD |
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NO TIME FOR CAMERAS |
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WE'LL BE GONE WHEN WE'RE DEAD |
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NO TIME FOR CAMERAS |
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WE'LL USE OUR EYES INSTEAD |
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I SEE FLASHES OF GOLD |
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EVERY SINGLE CAR ALARM WE HEAR |
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WE'LL STEAL AND THROW THROUGH THEIR WINDOW |
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MY WATER COMES STRAIGHT FROM THE TAP |
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AND THOSE BOTTLES ARE ALL JUST FOR SHOW |
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I SEE THAT WE'RE MADE OF |
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MORE THEN BLOOD AND BONES |
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SEE WE'RE MADE OF |
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STICKS AND STONES |
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DON'T FORGET TO BREATHE |
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NEED LOCKS FOR YOUR KEYS |
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DON'T FORGET TO BREATHE NOW |
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FORGET TO BREATHE NOW |
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NO TIME FOR CAMERAS |
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WE'LL USE OUR EYES INSTEAD |
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NO TIME FOR CAMERAS |
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WE'LL BE GONE WHEN WE'RE DEAD |
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NO TIME FOR CAMERAS |
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WE'LL USE OUR EYES INSTEAD |
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I SEE FLASHES OF GOLD |
