| I’m too ugly for New York
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| I got chained to trouble here
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| Yeah, I’m too cheap to buy time
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| I got a car that don’t go nowhere
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| Don’t wanna see Death strum for cash downtown
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| Or the look on his face when the change hits the case on the ground
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| And I can’t find a bucket to kick when I need one
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| Sometimes, it feels like the last day of sun
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| Feels like the last day of sun
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| I’m too honest to come clean
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| And you’re too jaded to see me through
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| You know, you don’t have to be so mean
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| I got a knack for complainin' too
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| See, you and me
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| We’re suckers in a vampire town
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| With deadbeat eyes and not enough blood to go 'round
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| And I can’t find a bucket to kick when I need one
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| Sometimes, it feels like the last day of sun
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| Feels like the last day of sun
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| Feels like the last day of sun
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| Feels like the last day of sun
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| Feels like the last day of sun
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| Feels like the last day |