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What's wrong, what's right, who cares? |
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Not when you're living in strange nights and sleeping through strange days |
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Plot lines and motives twist up |
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It's hard to navigate streets when signs are pointing in new ways |
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Odds are rough, but still you pick your dog |
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If he gets turned around you bet again |
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That corner's tough, sometimes you play the game |
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Sometimes the game you play plays you |
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Watch me rust, can't read this compass I used to trust |
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It's all broken, it's all corrupt, this Baltimore knot's got me all tied up |
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Spark combust, and sift for something in ash and dust, it's all broken, it's all corrupt |
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This Baltimore knot's got me all tied up, when you're all tied up you let go |
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What's wrong, what's right, who cares? |
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Not when you're living in strange nights and sleeping through strange days |
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Plot lines and motives twist up |
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It's hard to navigate streets when signs are pointing in new ways |
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Odds are rough, but still you pick your dog |
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If he gets turned around you bet again |
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That corner's tough, sometimes you play the game |
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Sometimes the game you play plays you |
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Watch me rust, can't read this compass I used to trust |
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It's all broken, it's all corrupt, this Baltimore knot's got me all tied up |
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Spark combust, and sift for something in ash and dust, it's all broken, it's all corrupt |
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This Baltimore knot's got me all tied up, when you're all tied up you let go |
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Down by tracks |
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Outside the county line |
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Sit on our hoods and stare up at the sky for signs |
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Drink until there's nothing left to say |
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Licking black and blues |
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Most efforts end confused |
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You do too |
