| Grey skies and light fading
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| Headlamps making patterns on the wall
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| Uptown it’s dead now but
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| Out here no one seems to care at all
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| Slick girls and sick boys and
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| Each one lining up to take it home
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| They hold tight their coin and
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| They pray no one has to see them fall
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| I’m there, yeah, I serve them
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| The one with the empty-looking eyes
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| Come closer, you’ll see me:
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| The face that is used to telling lies
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| Saturday nights in neon lights
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| Sunday in the cell
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| Pills enough to make me feel ill
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| Cash enough to make me well
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| Take me, take me to the riot
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| Take me, take me to the riot
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| Take me, take me to the riot
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| Take me, take me to the riot
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| Take me
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| You sprung me, I’m grateful
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| I love when you tell me not to speak
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| I owe you but I know you
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| You’ll have me back but it’s gonna take a week
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| What now kid? |
| Which way love?
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| Will we ever make up and be friends?
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| Good news is my shoes is
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| Lined with all my nickels and my tens
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| Let’s do them, Just feed me
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| I hate when I have to get to sleep
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| You despise me and I love you
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| It’s not much but it’s just enough to keep
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| Saturday nights in neon lights
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| Sunday in the cell
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| Pills enough to make me feel ill
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| Cash enough to make me well
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| Take me, take me to the riot
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| Take me, take me to the riot
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| Take me, take me to the riot
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| Take me, take me to the riot
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| Take me
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| And let me stay
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| And let me stay
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| Let me stay
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| Let me, let me stay |