| Somebody said State Street’s covered in ashes
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| I didn’t ask for a name, I knew it was you
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| In your bulletproof grin and your false eyelashes
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| You took a handful of blood and you painted the sidewalk blue
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| And they said, they said
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| You were out there raising the dead
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| But it looks like you covered up most of your tracks
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| They’re sure they’ll find
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| Something you left behind
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| But I know you a little better than that
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| You don’t look back
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| I remember all the rules that you taught me
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| You said, «step right boy, this city’s just a game»
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| And «stick to the sidestreets, you’ll never get caught
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| But you left me on the boulevard, cold and screaming out your name
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| And you said, you said
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| The sky was spitting out red
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| But I just saw a couple shades of black
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| You moved like smoke
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| Left me holding your coat
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| And I know, wherever you’re at
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| You don’t look back
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| I heard your hair’s a different color
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| That don’t change how you look in the back of my mind
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| The older I get, the more I discover
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| You stare into the dark long enough
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| Something’s bound to shine
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| And I said, I said
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| You left me for dead
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| But there was never any truth to that
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| I could breathe just fine
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| We both know damn well once you start lying to yourself
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| You’re trapped
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| And you don’t look back |