| I was caught in a bad dream I was locked out on love
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| I got stuck in the slipstream until I lucked out for once
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| In the sky behind this club I saw her face high rise
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| It didn’t want to lose it on that miracle mile
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| But we played at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m.
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| Sound man wanted to kill us then
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| He was strung out on Ex-Lax, he was fucked in his lungs
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| He got shot out on Avenue A while sucking on some slut’s tongue
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| He would dress up like a whore just to get lucky once in a while
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| I didn’t want to lose it on that miracle mile
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| But then we played at the Knitting Factory for fifteen people
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| Thirty bucks an' someone broke into the goddamn truck
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| He had shit in his pants, he had a needle in his arm
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| He just stole a couple sleeping bags that he needed to stay warm
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| He couldn’t even walk, we found him crawling in a garbage pile
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| I didn’t want to lose it on that miracle mile
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| But we met with even greater misfortune in the Armpit of the Americas
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| Four dumb hicks from hunger, we got ripped off by these assholes
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| At a Fort Lee garage, they didn’t weld that motherfucking leaf spring
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| Now those sparks were a mirage, we hallucinated freely
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| Huddled shivering on the tile
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| And I didn’t want to lose it on that miracle mile
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| But six hundred dollars later we were still drinking bad coffee
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| Couldn’t sleep stomachs were full of pizza grease
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| Well I called her up long-distance there was freezing on the line
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| Did she trust me, could she throw me with a strong breeze from behind?
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| Oh, no and no again, no fucking shit a crazy smile
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| And I didn’t want to lose it on that miracle mile
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| But the stage was set for tension so I cried and I spit
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| I drooled and wept and I hit the gas for Pittsburgh
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| I was caught in a bad dream I was out on the nod
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| I got stuck in the slipstream until I blacked out
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| Until I blacked out thank God |