| «Not Looking Down»
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| Another crack in a broken street
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| Doesn’t make much difference to me
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| As long as my shuttered steps keep up
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| With yours
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| Tired eyes, early AM, one move
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| Turned into more again
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| So long, thanks for everything
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| I heard the keys in the bathroom stalls
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| Last call and my exit followed
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| Not bleeding out, so stop feeling doubt
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| Not looking back and not looking down
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| I’m inclined to waste my time
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| In the avenues tonight
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| Here’s to the ones that carry on
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| To keep convictions sound
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| I’m laughing at the bridges burning down
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| That said I only need the ones I have
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| Walking down this dead end road
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| Never felt so right in the stereo
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| It’s so loud in my head
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| This time
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| I see graffiti in the bathroom stalls
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| Last call last call Last call
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| We cross the lines even though
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| It don’t make any sense
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| We toss the rinds and these things
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| Of no significance
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| I’ll lay my head down if it’s
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| Alright for tonight
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| So don’t wake me when it’s over
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| Stop bleeding out
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| Stop feeling doubt
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| Some will bite that hand that feeds
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| Until it breaks their fucking teeth
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| Here’s to the ones that sing along |