| Jamie lives in a warehouse on the corner of 14th and Green
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| 'Cooks after midnight, sleeping in twilight, doesn’t remember his dreams
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| He lives and looks like a poet, critiquing the world on a string
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| His blood runs on cocaine and alcohol, he’ll try anything
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| And he don’t want anyone to know
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| And he don’t want anyone to see
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| You lie and cheat to break the beat, baby
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| Heart on your sleeve, you wanna meet maybe
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| Someday you’ll find what you’re looking for
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| Someday you’ll be begging at your own front door
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| You’re running, you’re gunning for the gates of Eden
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| Head full of knowledge and a heart for freedom
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| Someday Jamie you’ll fall on your face
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| Someday boy you’re gonna break those chains
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| Jamie’s being ironic on a Sunday afternoon
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| The cynics and stoics boy, they’re coming, coming after you
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| He talks about death and dying, gotta get out of this town
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| Maybe go to South America and disappear in the crowd
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| And he don’t want anyone to know
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| And he don’t want anyone to see
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| You lie and cheat to break the beat baby
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| Heart on your sleeve you wanna meet maybe
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| Someday you’ll find what you’re looking for
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| Someday you’ll be begging at your own front door
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| You’re running, you’re gunning for the gates of Eden
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| Head full of knowledge and a heart for freedom
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| Someday Jamie you’ll fall on your face
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| Someday boy you’re gonna break those chains
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| Jamie’s family loves him, waiting for his return
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| A pocket full of second guesses, when will he ever learn
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| You lie and cheat to break the beat baby
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| Heart on your sleeve you wanna meet maybe
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| Someday you’ll find what you’re looking for
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| Someday you’ll be begging at your own front door
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| You’re running, you’re gunning for the gates of Eden
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| Head full of knowledge and a heart for freedom
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| Someday Jamie you’ll fall on your face
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| Someday boy you’re gonna break those chains |