| I can’t see straight
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| I ball my hands into fists
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| Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it
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| This city won’t let you care for a goddamn thing
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| Windows out, glass on ground
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| If no one is watching, then this won’t make a sound
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| The frequent frequencies I left behind are someone else’s now
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| I know it’s late, but I’m all out of trust
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| Fucking pigs, report worthless print for what?
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| Collective effort, systematic winners
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| Working cycles of climbing that shift and determine luck
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| Criminal minds, sentimental reminders of
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| Class action force working weekends in Wicker Park
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| I know it’s late, but I’m all out of trust
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| Fucking bastards, report worthless print for what?
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| Two times in two months
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| Flashing lights, handcuffs
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| Useless tools to choose
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| For useless tools in blue
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| I can’t see straight
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| I ball my hands into fists
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| Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it
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| This city won’t let you forget a goddamn thing |