| Listen to the morning
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| But please lend me a hand
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| With the trash piling up for six weeks now
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| This town really stinks
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| Everything’s so crowded now
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| I got to get out to the sticks
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| Start my own franchise
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| Maybe we were living under a good sign
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| All that time
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| I’m sick of searching around
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| Trying to get hooked on a feeling
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| Maybe we were living under a good sign
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| All that time
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| I’m sick of searching around
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| Trying to get hooked on a feeling
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| Uptown to go around
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| Don’t get too tall
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| In the houses and the alleys
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| They scream and bawl
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| You can count on the police
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| They keep a private force
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| And if you got the money
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| In fact, you got no choice
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| All this crap is like a melody
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| That we use for talk
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| It drives me insane
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| Every time I’m out on the sidewalk
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| Stuck to the street like dirt
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| In the shadow of the hornets' nest
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| Fully prepared to get burned
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| Maybe we were living under a good sign
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| All that time
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| I’m sick of searching around
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| Trying to get hooked on a feeling
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| Maybe we were living under a good sign
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| All that time
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| I’m sick of searching around
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| Trying to get hooked on a feeling
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| Sick that every day they remind me
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| What happens with the plastic plan
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| I was an idiot to come here
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| I was stupid to take a chance
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| Don’t give a fuck about a gimmick
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| To the same town
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| I keep a picture of
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| I got the rules to roam
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| I got the rules to roam
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| I got the rules to roam |