| Out on a mission, the foot patrol, a tough decision, where should we go?
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| We take a chance on the fancy side, to find some chicas to party with all night
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| The taste of blonde and the smell of brown, under the radar, we’re heading for
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| downtown
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| There’s that place where we oughta go, I don’t think so, they’re sniffing the
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| clear white snow
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| I wouldn’t go there if I could, it’s not good
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| Getting pumped up for the disco, you see them boilinng, shoot it in,
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| bleed it out
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| You see them howling, spraying the crystal, all the greenbacks, floating in,
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| running out
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| You see their plastic, bouncing a drumroll, you can’t cover that
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| Don’t go hitting the bar, where the downtown aliens are
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| You — Don’t
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| All the attention, you’re out of control, what’s the intention, you’re hitting
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| the pinball
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| What’s with the shallow, count your flaws, look in the mirror, there ain’t no
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| applause
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| This is where the hat comes off, you pull the trigger, it’s only your loss
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| Your tomorrow comes along, there’s no companion for you to lean on
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| I wouldn’t catch you if I could, and I could
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| Getting pumped up for the disco, you see them boilinng, shoot it in,
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| bleed it out
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| You see them howling, spraying the crystal, all the greenbacks, floating in,
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| running out
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| You see their plastic, bouncing a drumroll, you can’t cover that
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| Don’t go hitting the bar, where the downtown aliens are
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| You — Don’t
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| You’re calling the system an ordinary place to be
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| Walking the distance, you can’t recall the plants you seed
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| You’re painting the presence with aspects only you can see
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| You’re aching for diamonds, the life you live, will not come for free
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| You’re calling the system an ordinary place to be
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| Walking the distance, you can’t recall the plants you seed
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| You’re painting the presence with aspects only you can see
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| You’re aching for diamonds, the life you live, will not come for free |