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I'm walkin' past liquor stores, and immigrant homes |
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Check into cash, and men with eyes like ghosts |
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As boys we were taught to dream in stacks and rows |
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Cause to dream any bigger is to dig yourself a hole |
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One bigger than you're already in from the moment your life begins |
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I'm soaked to the bone at Lawson Arms at 3 a.m. |
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This cold world has convinced me to betray myself again |
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Some faceless men |
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Shivering, betrayal |
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I am one of them |
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Never again |
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I feel the loneliness, of the long distance runner now |
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This sterility is rotting me out |
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Can't live in service, I'm dropping out |
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Dropping out of tomorrow morning's white washed suburban schemes |
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Billboard masturbation: |
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Satisfaction Guaranteed |
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I am the 4 a.m. |
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Arcade Street |
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White, bloodshot witness |
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I'm just another kid in the chorus |
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An empty street corner prophet |
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Grimy hands clawing at the gutter on the eve of letting go of crimes against my soul. |
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They planted their seed |
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But I won't let them- |
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Won't let them tear through me! |
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'Cus I'm a real cool killer, with a killer blow |
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A lock-jawed apprentice to my guts of gold |
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Plastic surgery to fit the mold |
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They'll get you when you're ugly, and when you're feeling alone. |
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In this modern life, cheap and disconnected |
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Where there is a siege going on and the besieged will be the last to know |
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That the race we are running is a joke, and I'm a dropout- |
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Drop-Out! (x9) |
