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I can't seem to take you anywhere |
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you ditched your friends in New York Center (?) Square |
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where the rank and file shoot us dirty looks |
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hail a taxicab, don't want to walk |
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the nighttime here is a plastic box |
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gently amplified in the basement rock |
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the distant tones from the detainees |
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friendly girls who pack it full of these |
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when you're not around, this is our sound |
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I can't seem to take you anywhere |
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you ditched your friends in Williamson Square |
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where the rank and file shoot us dirty looks |
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hail a taxicab, don't want to walk |
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the nighttime here is a plastic box |
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you can amplify the basement rock |
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the distant tones from the detainees |
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friendly girls who pack it full of these |
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when you're not around, this is our sound (this is our sound) |
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when you're not around, this is our sound (this is our sound) |
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when you're not around |
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this is our sound |
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this is not a song |
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there is nothing wrong |
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when the light inside |
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is not as bright |