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Going over to Susan's house |
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Walking south down Baxter Street |
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Nothing hiding behind this picket fence |
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There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles on the sidewalk |
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Where her house burnt down two years ago |
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People say that back then she really wasn't that crazy |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Down by the Donut Prince a fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk |
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With a bullet in his forehead |
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In a final act of indignity the paramedics take off all his clothes |
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For the whole world to see while they put him in the bag |
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Meanwhile and old couple argues inside the Queen Bee |
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The sick fluorescent light shimmering on their skin |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Take a left down Echo Park |
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Take a left down Echo Park |
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Take a left down Echo Park |
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A kid asks do I want some crack |
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TV sets are spewing Baywatch |
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Through the windows into black |
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Here comes a girl with long brown hair |
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Who can't be more than seventeen |
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She sucks on a red popsicle while she pushes a baby girl in a pink carriage |
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And I'm thinking that must be her sister |
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That must be her sister, right? |
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They go into the 7-11 and I keep walking |
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And I keep walking |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
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Going over to Susan's house |
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(Susan's house) |
