| Capp Street is an underwater cave
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| That’s filled with crutches and canes
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| And faces that were washed away
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| Away from innocence and pain
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| They don’t care who lost the one
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| They just wanna get the whole thing over and done
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| They keep me up all night
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| They sing songs to the moon
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| Wishing they could close their eyes
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| But they’re waiting for Jacques Cousteau
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| The girls outside they’re not waiting for the sun
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| They just wanna get the whole thing over and done
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| Seems like bowl history down
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| To a forty-five minute wait
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| A big boredom filled with stars
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| All burning with hate
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| Yeah we had a good time, we had some fun
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| And now we wanna get the whole thing over and done |