| We’re taking bats to neighborhoods
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| Where we don’t belong
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| Where they say we can’t go
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| Carve our names in all the wood and the concrete
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| They think they’re safe in their homes
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| So they can see it
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| Remind them that we exist
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| This place is not their own
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| The city’s our birthright
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| We’ll keep our fists tight
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| So they’ll know
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| Hey! |
| I can say
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| We’re all just fucked up kids and that’s ok
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| If we don’t belong
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| To anyone or anything
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| We’re all just fucked up kids
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| Walking on promises
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| We’re breaking all of them
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| But we could be
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| Getting good at being bad
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| They don’t understand
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| What’s it hurt they don’t know
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| Apologies we never have
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| We’re a shot of light
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| In the dark, a faint glow
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| But we burn the brightest
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| During the night shift
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| Hanging with New York’s finest
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| So when the bars close
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| And everyone goes home
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| We don’t go
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| Hey! |
| I can say
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| We’re all just fucked up kids and that’s ok
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| If we don’t belong
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| To anyone or anything
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| We’re all just fucked up kids
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| Walking on promises
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| We’re breaking all of them
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| But we could be
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| We can roam the streets
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| Drinking Genesee
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| Running from police
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| Taking shots til we’re lost
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| Or disturb the peace
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| Cause we never sleep
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| Down your drink and we’re gone
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| (We're getting good at being bad)
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| Hey! |
| I can say
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| We’re all just fucked up kids and that’s ok
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| If we don’t belong
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| To anyone or anything
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| We’re all just fucked up kids
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| Breaking before we bend
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| Born to lose in the end
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| But we could be more
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| Born to lose in the end
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| But we could be more than this |