| The perfect place may never exist, may never exist
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| The perfect time might be years and years away
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| The city is overweight and it’s pressing on the pair of us
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| We scowl and sweat beneath the overbearing crush
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| But I still want to be here, want to be here
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| I still want to be here, want to be here
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| And I would live in a devil’s ditch just to be near you
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| I still want to be here, want to be here
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| There is shit all over on the street outside our house now
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| Junk veins dance at the bus stop next to the rodeo clowns
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| Nowhere to run to so we hide like mislaid infants
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| Fuck these faceless homes and everyone who lives in them
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| But I still want to be here, want to be here
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| I still want to be here, want to be here
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| And I would live in a shallow pit just to be near you
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| I still want to be here
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| I still want to be here, want to be here
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| I still want to be here, want to be here
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| And I would live in a devil’s ditch just to be near you
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| I still want to be here |