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Orange asphalt meets with the dusk an acquaintance |
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Becomes atmosphere |
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When you're ready to retire you get off the bus |
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Man you get the hell out of here |
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Then it's said, degeneration, its my excuse, its my separation |
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Then it's said, degeneration |
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Electric city read |
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And its up reptilian way, minus a jackson |
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I'm gonna waste away my E.C. night again |
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But I hold on |
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Orange pavement meets with my face |
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An old fashioned grounding atmosphere |
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Tripped up and tired, broke, they're killing us |
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But i feel the sun coming again |
