| It’s the little things my mind commits
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| To etch behind my eyelids
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| Like getting stoned when we wake up
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| Coffee grounds in coffee cups
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| Your silhouette in high top sneakers
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| And hardcore from laptop speakers
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| The classics to the more obscure
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| From Minor Threat to your old roommate’s band
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| Like a kaleidoscope in vibrant hues
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| I navigate 'round your tattoos
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| Said you got that one on a whim
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| When you were breaking up with him
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| And that Matryoshka Russian doll
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| That lines your shelf from big to small
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| What a way to start anew
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| To shed your skin and find the old you
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| Everybody wants to get famous
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| But you just want to dance in a basement
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| You don’t care if anyone is watching
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| Just as long as you stay in motion
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| We put miles on these old jean jackets
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| Got caught up in the drunk conversations
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| But after the party, it’s me and you
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| After the party, it’s me and you
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| With a new outlook on everything we see
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| From high up on this rooftop over South Philly
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| To the nights we lose all self control
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| From the sex, from the drugs, from the rock and roll
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| Everybody wants to get famous
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| But you just want to dance in a basement
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| You don’t care if anyone is watching
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| Just as long as you stay in motion
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| We put miles on these old jean jackets
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| Got caught up in the drunk conversations
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| But after the party, it’s me and you
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| After the party, it’s me and you
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| After the party, it’s me and you
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| After the party, it’s me and you |