| No chance for my fragile appetite
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| To be fed by any special ambition
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| When dreams are broken and fading away
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| Nobodys there in hopeless night
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| Cause were sleeping alone
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| Were the wasted kids, the faithless virgins, the wasted kids
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| So please tell me who you are
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| To drive myself out of city vengeance, to drive myself
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| So please tell me who you are
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| Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
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| Im a rockin jet burning its way
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| From old New York to shiny Frisco
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| A sonic rocket willing to play
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| Were the wasted kids
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| Are you ready for a brand new start
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| Like preaching Johnny, moving
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| His Holy Brooklyn to golden L.A.
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| Confessing Christ in hopeless night
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| Cause were sleeping alone
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| Were the wasted kids, the faithless virgins, the wasted kids
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| So please tell me who you are
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| To drive myself out of city vengeance, to drive myself
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| So please tell me who you are
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| Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
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| Im a rockin jet burning its way
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| From old New York to shiny Frisco
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| A sonic rocket willing to play
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| Cause were the wasted kids
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| And if I leave before the end of the day
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| Ill stop by Sweet Michelles door
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| Just in case shell ever ask me to stay
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| Down on the floor, she knows Im
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| If I leave before the end of the day
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| Ill stop by Sweet Michelles door
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| Just in case shell ever ask me to stay
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| Down on the floor, she knows Im
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| Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
|
| Im a rockin jet burning its way
|
| From old New York to shiny Frisco
|
| A sonic rocket willing play
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| Were the wasted kids, the faithless virgins, the wasted kids
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| So please tell me who you are
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| To drive myself out of city vengeance, to drive myself
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| So please tell me who you are |