| Street lamps stoop and kiss the street
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| Cover their eyes in the blazing heat
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| Turn the night against the sky
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| Fold it through the moon
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| The light slides down the reptile tiles
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| And gently lie
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| Run you through the streets of night
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| Run from the sound of laughing
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| Knock you out and hold you down
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| I hear brass dogs barking
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| Break your head against the wall
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| Strike the night it’s blinding
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| The stars are sharp the moon rotates
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| It doesn’t glide it’s grinding
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| I’ve wasted time within your mind
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| Time that I came clean
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| Show this stallion city buck
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| And trample my subversion dream
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| What’s it like to shout your name
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| Ten thousand voices asking?
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| I try to speak it but I hear
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| The brass dogs barking near
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| Down around the back
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| Stand up pushed down
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| Backs against the wall
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| Pushed over pulled back
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| In the alley taken behind
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| Like a puck on your back
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| That turns as you turn
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| Turning with you
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| Like an imp on your back
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| That titters as you turn
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| Worming into you
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| Trample city flay your hooves
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| Call us home
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| Our city, our city, our city
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| Our city breeds a twisted creed
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| Crepuscular creatures seethe
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| Try to sleep then just be silent
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| Coast the edge of dreams
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| I’ll curl around you but I hear
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| The brass dogs barking near
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| I’ll curl around you but I hear
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| The brass dogs barking near
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| Trample city flay your hooves
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| Call us home
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| Our city, our city, our city
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| Down around the back
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| Stand up pushed down
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| Backs against the wall
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| Pushed over pulled back
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| In the alley taken behind
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| Like a puck on your back
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| That turns as you turn
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| Turning with you
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| Like an imp on your back
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| That titters as you turn
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| Worming into you
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| Tin cans skitter the ground
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| Mimic the sound
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| Of brass dogs barking
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| The brass dogs are barking…
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| The brass dogs are barking… |