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We chased each other wet and soggy like a crashing wave |
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Grey and filthy in the gutter breaking all over the place |
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Down the ave. in the pouring rain |
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Saying, even more! even more! |
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At the reservoir you impaled your wrist |
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On razor wire climbing the fence |
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I cut my thumb trying to climb into the blind-deaf school |
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We were a mess, bloody and half undressed |
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In the shelter of the shadows of the frisbie street creek |
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A canopy of trees and leaves |
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With us hidden underneath |
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Time rolls over me |
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Time rushes over me |
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Why try to run so fast |
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It still passes you by |
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I had some friends, a psychotic couple |
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They had a room in a residential hotel |
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They fought in the bed |
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While we fucked on the floor |
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We'd only slept an hour together when |
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The manager set the place ablaze |
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I awoke to the smoke and flames |
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And had to kick down the door |
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Time rolls over me |
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Time rushes over me |
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Why try to run so fast |
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It still passes you by |
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Why talk about what could have been |
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Why walk around lost reliving moments |
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Why walk around at all |
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When it's easier to drive a car |
