| Teenage girls on skateboards
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| Riding past my window
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| Storm rolls in from Africa
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| And rain falls on the shingles
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| Teenage girls and skinny bones
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| Running from the rain
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| Power cuts out on the neighborhood
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| And I’m in the dark again
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| She had bare ankles, that’s a plus
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| Simple desire and demand met
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| By the girl who swore to God
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| That cold would cause her untimely death
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| God swore, «Bless the little one»
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| But then this off his dirty secret
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| Baby blue gossiped green his gossamer halo polished
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| I rub my halo upon my sleeve
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| And my apple upon the other
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| I see which one of these is coming clean
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| And which wasn’t worth the bother
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| I got a job that I am saving for
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| A wife and kids I’m waiting for
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| It’s kinda hard to be facing north
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| When you got a head full of things you can’t afford
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| Please, take my hand and hold them
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| Please, take them away from me
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| They do me far more harm than they ever could promise
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| To protect me from the sea
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| And I got a feeling
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| This thought, it isn’t so far out of the left side
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| It’s me verse the horseshoe
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| The corkscrew, and the next guy
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| A dream as American as missionary sex erector sets and apple pie
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| And I swear I’ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this god-forsaken
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| land
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| And I swear I’ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this god-forsaken
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| land
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| And I swear I’ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this god-forsaken
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| land
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| Teenage girls and skinny bones
|
| Riding past my window
|
| Storm rolls in from Africa
|
| And rain falls on the shingles
|
| Teenage girls on skateboards
|
| Running from the rain
|
| Power cuts out on the neighborhood
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| And I’m in the dark again |