| Staring into the intersection, she thinks that she can fly and she might
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| Holding on in a new direction, she’s gonna try it tonight
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| The closer I get to feeling, the further that I’m feeling from alright
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| The more I step into the sun, the more I step out of the light
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| Jessica is covered inablanket on a Sunday porch
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| Thinking of the weekends she would party in the city
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| She doesn’t have a flame, she’d prefer to burn out like a torch
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| If she gets nowhere in life, at least she know’s she pretty
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| She said, Hey, now, the straw dog’s out in the street
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| Hey now, there’s chemicals in the clouds
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| Hey now, they’re calling the police
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| They won’t get to us, anyhow.
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| The moon is shining now and shadows are what’s left of all the noise
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| Simple silhouettes and cutouts as if we had the choice
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| He listens closely now, swears that he can hear a voice
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| That’s calling him and saying
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| Hey, now, the straw dog’s out in the street
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| Hey now, there’s chemicals in the clouds
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| Hey now, they’re calling the police
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| They won’t get to us, anyhow.
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| What does it take to be a superhero in our world?
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| Make no mistake that these villains always get the girl
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| We can escape, and then we’d skate away from all of this
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| And no one ever does.
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| She’s saying Hey, now, the straw dog’s out in the street
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| Hey now, there’s chemicals in the clouds
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| Hey now, they’re calling the police
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| They won’t get to us, anyhow. |