| The summer is hot, but the nights are cool
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| The bipolar slugger is comin' out in you
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| You’re belly is tight, from not enough love
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| And you’re having serious doubts about the man above
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| Well I’m not beggin', sure not pretendin'
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| I’m makin' moves that you don’t even know about
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| Be condescendin', no happy endin'
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| Its mind bendin' that you don’t even know about
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| Livin' on the streets, sayin' I’ll live large tomorrow
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| Its just a life you can’t believe
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| Its just a life you cannot borrow
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| Four and a half years an a gallon of scum
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| How many times you dream that you were
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| The one now you’re sittin' on the curb
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| Starin' dead in the lights, it’s hard to
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| Struggle when there’s nothin' to fight
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| Well, I’m not beggin', sure not pretendin'
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| I’m makin' moves, money, you don’t even know about
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| Be condescendin', no happy endin'
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| Its mind bendin' that you don’t even know about
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| Livin' on the streets, sayin' I’ll live large tomorrow
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| Its just a life you can’t believe
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| Its just a life you cannot borrow |