| We went away to the mountains
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| To corporate restaurants, corporate food
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| Mama and Papa got liquor and gun stores
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| Torching this city down
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| I had a thought and I lost it
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| It was a monument, decent and pure
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| Took out a razor and made my own Picasso
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| Hold me when I’m ready now
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| I made it far, to the bleeding of your heart’s remains
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| To the point I care about your lies
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| When the mayor owns a pizza chain
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| And we’re sick of moving, we decide
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| I’m gonna wreck this and like a snake sticks to its hole
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| He won’t come out 'till the sun soaks up these dead streets
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| On the way back from the mountains
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| Stopped by the cemetery, drank to our youth
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| Thought of our ages and stopped it
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| We blame our diets on changes in mood
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| We made it far, to the bleeding of your heart’s remains
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| To the point I care about your lies
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| When the mayor owns a pizza chain
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| And we’re sick of moving, we decide
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| I’m gonna wreck this and like a snake sticks to its hole
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| He won’t come out 'till the sun soaks up these dead streets
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| And I know we’re gonna make it 'cause your heart’s in your intentions
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| You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets
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| You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets
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| We went away to the mountains
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| We only stayed for a night |