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Taking a walk down to the mall |
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Smelling piss and beer and gas |
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That could be me in a couple years |
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Suckin' fumes under the highway pass |
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On a rainy day, while |
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I wear newspapers for pants |
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And a T-shirt that says |
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'Damn, I'm Good' |
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People look funny when they cry |
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'Cause they just can't let it hide |
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Tapping into your little box |
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Press the cry button, it unlocks |
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On a rainy day |
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No one has a thing to say |
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Easier to look the other way |
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Take a look in the killer's eyes |
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And you see there's nothing there |
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But somethin' is sacred in your eyes |
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And somethin' to believe |
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On a rainy day |
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And as the world will blow to bits |
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I'll cradle you and hold you tight |
