| I knock you out off the station
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| July
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| Haze in the air
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| All of the gravel under my feet
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| What’s holding you?
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| What’s holding you?
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| What’s holding you?
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| What’s holding you?
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| And I want you to fall in two
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| Crash the fences tht I built last year
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| The golden gate will see you through
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| Nothing’s gonna get to you
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| Resemble all defections
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| The lies
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| They’re always there
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| We live with black lungs
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| You go down young
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| You go down young
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| You go down young
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| And I want you to fall in two
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| Crash the fences tht I built last year
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| The golden gate will see you through
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| Nothing’s gonna get to you
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| And I want you to fall in two
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| Crash the fences tht I built last year
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| The golden gate will see you through
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| Nothing’s gonna get to you |