| Julie had a bad day so she headed north on I-5
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| she just wanted to get the hell out of Los Angeles
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| thought maybe seattle but she ended up on Haight street,
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| bumming change from a young gutterpunk named Mario
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| do this: all i have to do is die
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| think this: all i have to think is why
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| be this: all i have to do is try
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| i’ll be what i want
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| Julie was on cocaine but she kept the car in her lane
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| though she didn’t have a clue where it would take her
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| Nowhere fast, that’s where i wanna be give me good times and someplace to sleep
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| the price of freedom doesn’t actually come cheap
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| Julie had a migraine because she was out of cocaine and she finally got her
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| ass back to Lost Angeles
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| Nowhere fast, that’s where i wanna be give me good times and someplace to sleep
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| the price of freedom doesn’t actually come cheap
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| Julie she was crying as she headed across the bay bridge
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| she just had to get the hell away from mario
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| thought the lower east side sounded good
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| but she was so tired
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| she just parked outside a crack house in south Berkeley
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| do this: all i have to do is die
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| think this: all i have to think is why
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| be this: all i have to do is try
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| i’ll be what i want
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| Julie she was running so she kept the car at 80
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| and it died just north of Gilman street in Albany
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| Nowhere fast, that’s where i wanna be give me good times and someplace to sleep
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| the price of freedom doesn’t actually come cheap
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| Julie was a fuckup
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| but i swear she wasn’t stupid and she finally got her ass back to Los Angeles. |