| Out in the streets at all hours of the night
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| Softly bathed in flickering dashboard lights
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| Hey! |
| There’s no painless
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| way to say
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| that I pass on the piece of pie
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| that you planned as mine
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| I’m starving too but I’m hungry for life
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| Not that life,
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| But my life,
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| It’s my time
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| My POS car with the radio playin'
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| The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin'
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| «Here's a new hot band outta Oakland…»
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| And it’s the sound
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| Of my way out
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| We make noise
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| What else could we choose?
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| We’re gonna be more than local boys
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| And shake! |
| shake! |
| shake!
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| The dust off these shoes
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| I used to watch
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| This kid turning wrenches next door
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| He grew up
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| Engines strewn across the oil stained floor
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| I got a car
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| The next year
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| I knew better but let it fall
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| into disrepair
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| I gotta get away
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| Gotta get away,
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| Gotta get away from here
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| But four wheels
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| aren’t going to get me there
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| Summer time blues
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| on the front porch swinger
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| The jock says that
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| The Rage got a new singer
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| The first note
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| rips through the speaker
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| And it’s the sound
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| of my way out
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| Yeah!
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| We make noise
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| What else could we choose?
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| We’re gonna be more than local boys
|
| And shake! |
| shake! |
| shake!
|
| The dust off these shoes
|
| We make noise
|
| What else could we choose?
|
| We’re gonna be more than local boys
|
| And shake! |
| shake! |
| shake!
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| The dust off these shoes…
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| The dust off these shoes…
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| We’re the wolves
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| Prowlin' the shadows of these worn down streets
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| A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books
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| To the highways —
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| To the low-way —
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| To the air waves —
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| We’re all just tryin' to get a better look
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| At what’s beyond the tall grass
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| That groes around this town
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| I gotta see the world for myself
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| And I only know one way to get out
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| Pick up my ticket to any where but here
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| It’s got six strings and a soul
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| I gotta get away, Gotta get away
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| Gotta get away from here
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| Turn it up, and rock right out of this whole
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| We make noise
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| What else could we choose?
|
| We’re gonna be more than local boys
|
| And shake! |
| shake! |
| shake!
|
| The dust off these shoes
|
| We make noise
|
| What else could we choose?
|
| We’re gonna be more than local boys
|
| And shake! |
| shake! |
| shake!
|
| The dust off these shoes
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| Shake! |
| Shake! |
| Shake!
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| Shake! |
| Shake! |
| Shake!
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| Shake! |
| Shake! |
| Shake!
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| Shake! |
| Shake! |
| Shake! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Than Local Boys , by - The Matches. Song from the album E Von Dahl Killed the Locals, in the genre Альтернатива