| A driving hot day
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| The whiskey warms my body
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| Out through the desert
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| Were passing means were on our way
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| Were on our way out of LA
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| The snowy Converse
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| Melt on me while I’m walking
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| So sick and broken
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| Not gonna make it past halfway
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| Were on our way out of LA
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| On and on and on and on and on and on
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| We won’t be long
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| And on and on and on and on and on and on
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| We don’t be long
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| We won’t belong
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| Basements Wisconsin
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| The Abbey Lounge in Boston
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| A floor to sleep on
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| A two-month bender so I say
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| Were on our way out of LA
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| On and on and on and on and on and on
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| We won’t be long
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| And on and on and on and on and on and on
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| We don’t belong, we won’t be long
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| We don’t belong, we won’t belong
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| Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey
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| No oh oh, no oh
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| No concrete ocean
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| Nobody telling me to
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| But we keep looking
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| For those we’ve lost along the way
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| While on our way out of LA
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| We won’t be long, we won’t be long
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| We don’t belong, we won’t be long |