| Stumbled up the alley over tins and wires and broken boxes
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| Left for us to trip across
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| Another bunch of rotten bad luck, you can’t win man, what’d I tell you?
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| Mucking hands can have a cost
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| First soaring then collision
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| Like my television, stories all end up the same
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| So we just drink deep, inhale, and cough
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| Move on before it wears off, are we smarter than this shell game?
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| I blinked
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| Up the street to Grand Avenue, end up at the water front
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| Where pollution’s made the sky go black
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| Never trust the books and never screw the ones who don’t deserve it
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| Slump let reflections play back
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| Watch soaring then collision
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| Like my television, stories all end up the same
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| So we just drink deep, inhale, and cough
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| Move on before it wears off, are we smarter than this shell game?
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| I’m not
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| It’s no use kid, I can’t stop bleeding
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| Take this old guitar, it’s all I’m leaving
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| It’s seen the Jersey pines, bright neon signs
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| And rode the Brighton line
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| I’ll tell you what you’re up against
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| It’s the toughest fucking town I’ve ever seen
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| And you’re going it alone, you’re an outsider so
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| Keep your profile low |