| Chilling the summer, … underground
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| Speaks through the music and drugs you found
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| Sleep her down on the list of things
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| She boogies on the out … within
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| She doesn’t like her friends
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| But tries to pretend that she knows the best of all
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| They don’t call her anymore, they don’t call her anymore
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| Please, won’t you save me from myself?
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| I don’t think I can do this all again
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| I’m so tired of getting on the bend
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| Drinks at the pop and select the thought
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| Stumbling home at the …
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| She works down for till she gets home
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| And in the morning when she wakes
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| Her eyes dim pitch and her heart does ache in
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| She knows something’s out of place
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| A … in the face, a … in the face
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| I don’t think I can do this all again
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| I’m so tired of getting on the bend
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| Please, won’t you save me from myself?
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| I don’t wanna do this all again
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| I’m so tired of getting on the bend
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| Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
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| Everybody knows somebody on the run
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| Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
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| Everybody knows somebody on the run
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| Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
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| Everybody knows somebody on the run
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| Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
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| Everybody knows somebody on the run
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| Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
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| Everybody knows somebody on the run
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| Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
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| Everybody knows somebody on the run. |