| What do you got for me
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| That’s what all the broken sidewalks say
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| All night I’m dodging glass
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| Trying to outrun the day
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| What do you got for me
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| Do you know how to hold on to a dream
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| Well it makes you a fool
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| It makes you cruel
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| But I’m so sick and tired of acting dumb and playing fair
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| I want to be the one who writes history
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| The one who doesn’t care
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| Well hey hey hey, did you throw me away
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| Well you know how I see you
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| You’re the kind who always pays
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| And I’m so sick and tired of acting dumb and playing fair
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| I want to be the one that writes history
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| The one who doesn’t care
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| The one who doesn’t care
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| What do you got for me
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| Say the ghosts of my eyes
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| Moths looking for a flame
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| Waiting for the wind to rise |