| I set up camp in the center of town
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| Ready for freedom when it all comes down
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| Snapping my fingers, walking around
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| I’m the dusty jewel in the thrown-out crown
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| Got a bus pass to make my way
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| From hideout to hideout in the heat of the day
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| I got a talisman tote with the whole array
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| And when you catch my coat-tails I’ll be miles away
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| Restless year
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| It was another restless year
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| It was a restless year
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| For a while we had no fear
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| Yeah, nobody knows in the all night diner
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| Rolling with Rose and Miss Mary L. Steiner
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| You can’t pin her down, you can’t define her
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| Dostoevsky, dime store copy
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| Making the rounds in my five dollar dress
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| I can’t go home, though I’m not homeless
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| I’m just another savage in the wilderness
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| And if you can’t calm down you can listen to this
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| (Death!) Is my former employer
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| (Death!) Is my own Tom Sawyer
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| (Death!) Waits for me to destroy her
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| I never wanna die and I’ll never grow older yeah
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| Restless year
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| It was another restless year
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| It was a restless year
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| Don’t tell me anything I don’t want to hear |