| Orange like Vietnam, fighting our deal was
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| Now me and my boys driving through town in three or four
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| P-plater cars, awaken demons, noise from the exhaust
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| Lost hours, save it for the horse power in need of course
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| We bow to live forever, think we’ll never see the morgue
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| Smoking on this fucking you know
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| On some nights when the starlight is just right
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| But on this one night, we everyone dry
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| I need some girls to sort my shit out
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| Hormones and cyclones
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| On these nights, it’s like a big town, less of a city
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| Up at Windy, see the lights are pretty
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| My dealer isn’t picking up, this night is dying quickly
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| My friend lights a ciggy
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| Car pulls up beside us, they don’t like us really
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| These dudes I know, with acronyms to describe 'em
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| Seeing I’m a sissy, I’m not one for fighting, nor for hiding
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| So I tighten my belt, say, «Have you seen Orion’s?» |