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She drove it like she stole it. |
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She stole it fast and with a multitude of casualties. |
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She said I shipped it out from boulder. |
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Packed in coffee grounds and wrapped around in dryer sheets. |
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We spent a few months just wandering the sonoma. |
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High as hell and shivering and smashed. |
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We were hoping for a vision quest. |
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We opened up three buttons. |
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But all we saw was desert trash. |
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It's a funny bit of chemistry. |
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How a cool car makes a guy seem that much cooler. |
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It's worth noting throughout history. |
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Kids come around corners to a multitude of casualties. |
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We spent a few hours circling the city. |
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Like a hawk out on the highways. |
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We were looking around for something that just died. |
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We heard the deacon's hopeful eulogy. |
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At least in dying you don't have to deal with new wave for a second time. |
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After your party we got off the grid. |
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We just couldn't get with all those clever kids. |
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Now we forage on the frontage roads. |
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We drive at nites |
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I guess it just feels somewhat safer. |
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We scrounge around for sustinence. |
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We mostly eat it in the back half of the theaters. |
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We spent a few years nodding off in matinees. |
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High as hell and shivering and smashed. |
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We were hoping for an action adventure. |
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Something loud that we could feel thru all the feminax. |
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And after the movie we got off the ground. |
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Got in yr car and crawled around in lowertown. |
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While she was at the citadel. |
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He was getting high as hell. |
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When she came to in the matinee. |
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She was asking round for someplace else to stay. |
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While he was down in lowertown. |
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She was feeling out the 530 folk mass. |
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And the nite that she got born again. |
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He was getting with her little hoodrat friend. |
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They did wade in the water into one tin soldier. |
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She started to cry. |
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Youth services always find a way to get their bloody cross into your druggy little messed up teenage life. |
