| Rave down
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| Rave down
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| Rave down
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| Rave down, hit the ground
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| Before the pistol crack spins me out sideways
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| Like the sharp hard hit of a car crash in a dream
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| There’s kids on the corner wanna
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| Beat-box my brains to bits
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| You can’t cut creed clean
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| Things ain’t black or white like they seem
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| Rave down, hit the ground
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| 4 AM all night hell gas station
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| Before we cruise off to the beach
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| Where the breeze blows easy and slow
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| We hung tight all night and no gig to go to
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| There could be something happenin' here
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| But there’s just no place to go
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| Your town ain’t lively up no more
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| Rave Down
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| Deep hot sun burns through the city
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| Yeah, they’re havin' to peel
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| The pedestrians off the walls
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| Ex-cop 'round the block
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| Rockin' chair, suckin' beer
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| He blasts flies with his gun
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| Because swatting’s no fun
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| Your town ain’t hypin' up no more
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| Rave down
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| Rave down, hit the ground |