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I was caught in a bad dream I was locked out on love |
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I got stuck in the slipstream 'til I lucked out for once |
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In the sky behind this club I saw her face high-rise |
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I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile |
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But we played at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m. |
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Soundman wanted to kill us then |
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He was strung out on Ex-Lax he was fucked in his lungs |
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He got shot out on Avenue A |
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While sucking on some slut's tongue |
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He would dress up like a whore |
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Just to get lucky once in a while |
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I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile |
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But we played at the Knitting Factory for fifteen people |
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Thirty bucks someone broke into the goddamn truck |
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He had shit in his pants he had a needle in his arm |
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He just stole a couple sleeping bags |
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That he needed to stay warm |
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He couldn't even walk |
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We found him crawling in a garbage pile |
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I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile |
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But we met with even greater misfortune |
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In the Armpit of the Americas four dumb hicks from hunger |
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We got ripped off by these assholes at a Fort Lee garage |
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They didn't weld that motherfucking leaf spring |
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Those sparks were a mirage |
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We hallucinated freely huddled shivering on the tile |
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I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile |
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Six hundred dollars later we were still drinking bad coffee |
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Couldn't sleep stomachs were full of pizza grease |
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I called her up long-distance |
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There was freezing on the line |
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Did she trust me |
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Could she throw me with a strong breeze from behind |
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No and no again no fucking shit a crazy smile |
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I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile |
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But the stage was set for tension so I cried and I spit |
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I drooled and wept and I hit the gas for Pittsburgh |
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I was caught in a bad dream I was out on the nod |
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I got stuck in the slipstream until I blacked out thank God |