| Seven thirty on a summers night
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| Out in the city cruising on my bike
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| I’ve been sitting in the park all day
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| Drinking cheap wine and getting high
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| Watching time just drift away
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| Slippin' thru traffic with my walkman on
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| No obligations nowhere i belong
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| A million miles above the day to day
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| Lost my religion but i keep my faith
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| And as the night comes in
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| Feel like i’m home again
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| Got both feet on the ground
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| But my minds on vacation and i’m tuning out
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| I think the drugs are kicking in
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| My hands are numb and the whole bars spinning
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| The sun is setting and i’m feeling lost
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| Down at the club trying to shake it off
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| It’s too early to dance so i’m drinking scotch
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| Hanging with the germ at the bar in my flip flops
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| Sixteen fifty and a gram of weed
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| I’m a conduit for my own insanity
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| So i hit the bricks relax my mind
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| Turn the music up glide along under the streetlights
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| Across the city i make the rounds
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| And when last call comes i’m finally coming down
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| And as i’m headed home
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| Feels like i made it
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| And everything’s alright
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| So it’s over and out
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| Another transmission from the late night |