| Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
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| On a live wire right up off the street
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| You and I should meet
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| Junebug skipping like a stone
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| With the headlights pointed at the dawn
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| We were sure we’d never see an end to it all
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| And I don’t even care to shake these zipper blues
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| And we don’t know
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| Just where our bones will rest
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| To dust I guess
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| Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
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| Double cross the vacant and the bored
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| They’re not sure just what we have in store
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| Morphine city slipping dues down to see
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| That we don’t even care as restless as we are
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| We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
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| And poured cement, lamented and assured
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| To the lights and towns below
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| Faster than the speed of sound
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| Faster than we thought we’d go, beneath the sound of hope
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| Justine never knew the rules
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| Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
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| No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
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| To see that we don’t even care to shake these zipper blues
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| And we don’t know just where our bones will rest
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| To dust I guess
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| Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
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| The street heats the urgency of now
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| As you see there’s no one around |