| I sat with the drunks and the speed freaks
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| And I watched all the drones strolling by.
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| We sat on the street with our beers and our weed
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| And we blew our smoke up towards the sky.
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| I said, «It's one hell of an evening»
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| With a smile and I kicked back my can.
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| They shooed us away so we walked down aways
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| And we did the same damn thing again.
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| Now, I got nothing to wait for
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| And I got nothing but time.
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| So I’ll swim in these streams
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| And warm these poor beaten insides.
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| Gimme the key to the city
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| These midwest eyes are dead tonight.
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| This demon smile is aching to explode.
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| Let’s gather our bones, our guts and our hearts
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| And scream so they’ll hear us down in those parks.
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| Under those trees
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| Where the pigs lurk and crawl
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| There are bonfires and parties
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| That are fucking them all.
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| They give it by the inch
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| And take it by the mile.
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| It’s one for the beating and
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| It’s two for the trial.
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| They got nothing to wait for
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| And we got nothing but time
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| So I’ll swim in these streams
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| (Drown in these dirty streams)
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| (Till I die)
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| Gimme the key to the city
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| These midwest eyes are dead tonight.
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| This demon smile is aching to explode.
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| (Let's burn out here 1000 miles from home)
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| I ain’t here to remember!
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| I ain’t here to breakdown!
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| Gimme the key to the city
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| These midwest eyes are dead tonight.
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| This demon smile is aching to explode.
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| Let’s burn out here 1000 miles from home.
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| I know what I got and
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| I love what I know.
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| Don’t wait up! |