| Sliding down the boulevard
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| Holding my hands in the air
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| The rain is black as coal out here
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| Dying my skin and my hear
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| See the white skin go away
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| Wiping it off like tears
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| It feels odd and hard to bear
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| Maybe because of fear
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| I try to start, I try, but there’s no spark
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| No flames in the dark
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| I try to start, but there’s no spark
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| No flames in the dark
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| I see my goal just down the road
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| The few steps seem so far
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| Seeking shelter from what comes down
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| What covers me feels like tar
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| I run, I fight, I scream out loud
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| Then rest against a bar
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| Beat myself out of the crowd
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| Throwing my ass in the car
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| I try to start, I try, but there’s no spark
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| No flames in the dark
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| I try to start, but there’s no spark
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| No flames in the dark
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| My straitjacket is on
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| Afraid to walk alone
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| The joy of life is gone
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| Hell, it all feels wrong
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| I try to start, I try, but there’s no spark
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| No flames in the dark
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| My straitjacket is on
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| Afraid to walk alone
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| The joy of life is gone
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| Hell, it all feels wrong |