| You’re never falling in line
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| Outskirts of Alameda, thizzing with a glowlight
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| You caught the beat in your spine
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| I was your little bro, seeing for the first time
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| Dancing in between the sea and the purple sky, oh my
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| We were fragile in between many faces in our lives
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| I leaned my little life up over you and you pointed to the way
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| You told me that as long as I’m with you, I don’t need to be afraid
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| Out in the street till sunrise
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| Late walking home when we come upon the blue lights
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| They caught you under the car
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| Two little baggies in the pocket of your Carhartt
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| (Oh I’m just a boy but that isn’t right)
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| (Oh I’m just a boy but that isn’t right)
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| (You telling me if he was white)
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| (Then he would have to spend the night)
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| (Oh I’m just a boy but that isn’t right)
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| (Oh I’m just a…)
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| Speaking in between the glass on a silver line, oh my
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| Looking fragile in between many faces in our lives
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| You leaned your little life up over me and I told you to be brave
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| I promised that as long as you’re with me, you don’t need to be afraid
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| (Oh I’m just a boy but that isn’t…) |