| I’m running out of miracles
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| Oh my soul
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| And the streets are lined with one-man shows
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| Oh my soul
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| Corner boys were moved along
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| Oh my soul
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| We’re plummeting like crippled crows
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| Oh my soul
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| Oh, long before
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| You and I were born
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| Others beat these benches with their empty cups
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| To the night and its stars
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| To be here, and now, and who we are
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| Another sunrise with my sad captains
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| With who I choose to lose my mind
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| And if it’s so we only pass this way but once
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| What a perfect waste of time
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| The BMX apothecary
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| Oh my soul
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| The architect of infamy
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| Oh my soul
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| For each and every train we miss
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| Oh my soul
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| A bitter little Eucharist
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| Oh my soul
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| Oh, long before
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| You and I were born
|
| Others beat these benches with their empty cups
|
| To the night and its stars
|
| To be here, and now, and who we are
|
| Another sunrise with my sad captains
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| With who I choose to lose my mind
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| And if it’s so we only come this way but once
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| What a perfect waste of time
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| Another sunrise with my sad captains
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| With who I choose to lose my mind
|
| And if it’s so we only pass this way but once
|
| What a perfect waste of time
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| Another sunrise with my sad captains
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| With who I choose to lose my mind
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| And if it’s so we only pass this way but once
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| What a perfect waste of time
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| What a perfect waste of time |