| 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 killers with lightning in their guns…
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| 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 killers and hips are for running…
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| When the cities have the same names that ring out in your head
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| Pictures are the poison darts and this is not a plea
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| A thousand mile pitchfork and another one got caught
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| Upwards to the heavens where another one gets off
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| What we got here and what we didn’t know here now
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| A burning question that can filter through our eyes
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| We’re high school sweethearts tied by light and sound
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| Disconnected party song, dragons on the boulevard high
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| Every light on the street has a story
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| Every street and their story the same
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| You were born, they put roses in windows
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| You were born, holding windows as eyes
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| It’s about burning questions
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| Holding books, holding questions as spines
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| And it’s been a mighty long time since the business left town
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| A burning question that can filter through our eyes
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| We’re high school sweethearts tied by light and sound
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| Disconnected party song, dragons on the boulevard high
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| Dog eats the man, man eats the dog
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| These are the facts, live in your chicken shit house
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| 'Cause I was there, and I looked for you
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| But these are the ways I react clawing out of a:
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| But these are the ways I react clawing out of a:
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| What we got here and what we didn’t know here now
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| A burning question that can filter through our eyes
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| We’re high school sweethearts tied by light and sound
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| Disconnected party song, dragons on the boulevard high
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| I never had any courage, outrageous faith without asking… |