| Well the church bell’s ringing down at old St. Mary’s
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| The sign out front says «Repent and receive»
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| We still cut through the shadows and alleys
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| Long time lovers and first time thieves
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| So roll down the window and let your fingers
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| Dance to the songs that the radio plays
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| Like Wilson Pickett we were moving and shaking
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| Little house of cards in a hurricane
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| Let’s drink to the salt water summer
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| And the landlocked nights down at Slim’s
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| Where American girls drink Mexican beer
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| And city boys sing small town hymns
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| Well failure it runs through the veins of this city
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| Fitting in means never fighting back
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| We’re all just dreamers chasing disasters
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| Reaching for the skyline, falling through the cracks
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| So let’s drink to the salt water summer
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| And the landlocked nights down at ](10 897 370)
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| Where American girls drink Mexican beer
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| And city boys sing small town hymns
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| You’re just a two pack habit with a southern accent
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| I’m a pearl snap poet with bad tattoos
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| So take my hand cause things might get messy
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| Sink or swim, what do you have to lose?
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| So let’s drink to the salt water summer
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| And the landlocked nights down at Slim’s
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| Where American girls drink Mexican beer
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| And city boys sing small town hymns
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| Where American girls drink Mexican beer
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| And city boys sing small town hymns |