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It's another coast, out on the side of town |
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That keeps my kin busier in blackouts |
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Than I bet that I have ever been |
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The rattle of your AC and my '88 on the way to work |
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Are starting to sound one and the same |
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But what's dragging behind me might be much worse |
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You see, the city is swearing, I doctor all I nurse |
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I'm waking with the shakes, and I'll be damned if I'm not cursed |
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There's nothing anyone could say to make these headaches cease |
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To live every evening like your last day |
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And begin every morning with a good night's sleep |
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Is far from my normal routine, my nine to five |
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Tonight's now tomorrow |
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"Aren't you dying to feel alive?" |
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The city is scattered with where I've done wrong |
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Each porch, each bar, and each front lawn |
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Goodbye to all the times I could legally call mine |
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I wish I smoked, I wish I drank a little more |
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Then maybe my eyes wouldn't burn, and I wouldn't be so bored |
