| There’s no sense in knowing
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| When the bullets will bite ya
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| I must have had some good fortune
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| And drank with a messiah
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| But cheers to the atmosphere
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| From which I fell
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| It’s big, wide, and vast here
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| Strange as all hell
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| A city and its towers
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| Climb up and grow outward, babe
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| All while we wait for the midnight hour
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| That’s when the stardust
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| Struck before the lights went out
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| One more night in Jackson
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| And one more kiss right now
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| They say the soul is a-searching
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| For one just like itself
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| But when the whole wide world burns out
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| There won’t be anyone else
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| So take it off in the sunshine
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| And put it on when it’s storming
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| Take it off in the nighttime
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| And put it back on in the morning
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| A city and its towers
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| Climb up and grow outward, babe
|
| All while we wait for the midnight hour
|
| That’s when the stardust
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| Struck before the lights went out
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| One more night in Jackson
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| And one more kiss right now
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| Whoever’s in charge here
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| Is just so damn rich
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| Eccentric and foolish
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| But just so damn rich
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| They carry fancy belongings
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| And have a look on their face
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| Like everything is disposable
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| And easily replaced
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| A city and its towers
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| Climb up and grow outward, babe
|
| All while we wait for the midnight hour
|
| That’s when the stardust
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| Struck before the lights went out
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| One more night in Jackson
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| And one more kiss right now
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| One more night in Jackson
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| And one more kiss right now
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| One more night in Jackson, babe
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| And one more kiss right now |