| Well, I can’t get off the ground
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| In this holding pattern town
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| They put these buildings up
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| Just to bring me down
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| And I don’t trust my friends
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| Any more than I trust the cops
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| Any more than I trust the air
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| That’s burning up my lungs
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up for good
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up for good
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| My baby looks at me
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| Like her long lost prince of thieves
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| Sometimes it’s not enough
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| To get only what you need
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| And I know I need you
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| Like the concrete needs the rain
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| Like a drunk needs ice in his glass
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| Like a ball needs a chain
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| So yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up for good
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up for good
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| This is paradise
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| The place you come to die
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| So yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up for good
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up for good
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up for good
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up
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| Yeah, I’m giving it up for good |