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On the streets that go by number |
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Still can't figure out how to get home |
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There is no life lines, only dead lines |
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Sure picked a fine time to be born |
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First you taste it then you're wasted |
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By the time you're almost |
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Sixteen years old |
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Everything used to be so simple |
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Like the beating of a heart |
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Dedicated to my little darling |
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Right until the day we'd part |
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There's fist on the door |
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I can hear it knocking |
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Gotta check it out |
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Beyond a shadow of a doubt |
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There's something heavy going down |
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And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun |
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There's something heavy going down |
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On a midnight operation |
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When the searchlights make your skin crawl |
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My reaction to the action |
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Is I don't wanna be doing this at all |
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Breaking rules that are made in schools |
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That teach you how to be successful |
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Used to be, oh so simple |
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Like the beating of a heart |
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Dedicated to my little darling |
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Right until the day we'd part |
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There's fist on the door |
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I can hear it knocking |
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Gotta check it out |
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Beyond a shadow of a doubt |
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There's something heavy going down |
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There's more to it than a pistol and a gun |
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There's something going down |
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Something heavy going down |
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And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun |
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There's something going down |
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Something heavy going down |
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And there's more to it than a rocket and a bomb |
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There's something going down |
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Something heavy going down |
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And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun |
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There's something going down, down, down, down, yeah |
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Something heavy going down |
