| Broadway is black like a sinkhole
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| Everyone raced to the suburbs
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| And I'm on the rooftop with curious strangers
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| This is the oddest of summers
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| Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate
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| Strange situations, I get anxious
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| Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite
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| But pray that they don't call me thankless
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| My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest
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| Cut me a silk-tie tourniquet
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| This is my roaring, roaring 20s, I don't
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| Even know me, roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
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| Roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
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| My roaring, roaring 20s, I don't
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| Even know me, roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
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| Roll me like a blunt, cause I want, I wanna go home
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| Oscars and Emmy's and Grammy's
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| Everyone here is a trophy
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| And I'm sipping bourbon, the future's uncertain
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| The past on the pavement below me
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| Maybe I'll elevate, maybe I'm second rate
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| So unaware of my status
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| Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid
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| Designer me up in straight jackets
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| My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest
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| Cut me a silk-tie tourniquet
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| This is my roaring, roaring 20s, I don't
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| Even know me, roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
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| Roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
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| My roaring, roaring 20s, I don't
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| Even know me, roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
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| Roll me like a blunt, cause I want, I wanna go home
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| Hallucinations only mean
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| That your brain is on fire
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| But it's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
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| I don't know if I will survive
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| Lighters up if you're feelin' me
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| Fade to black if you're not mine
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| Cause I just need a sign or a signal inside
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| This is my roaring, roaring 20s, I don't
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| Even know me, roll me a blunt, cause I wanna go home
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| Roll me a, roll me a blunt
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| This is my roaring, roaring 20s, I don't
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| Even know me, roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
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| Roll me like a blunt, cause I want, I wanna go home
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| Oh-woah
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| Oh-woah
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| I wanna go home |