| It’s going to be too hot to breathe today but everybody’s out here on the
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| streets
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| Somebody’s opened up the fire hydrant, cold water rushing out in sheets
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| Some kid in a Marcus Allen jersey asks me for a cigarette
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| Companionship is where you find it, so I take what I can get
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| Hubcaps on the cars like fun house mirrors
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| Stick to the shadows when I can
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| Lovecraft in Brooklyn
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| When the sun goes down, the armies of the voiceless, several hundred thousand
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| strong
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| Come out without their bandages, their voices raised in song
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| When the streetlights sputter out, they make this awful sizzling sound
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| I cast my gaze toward the pavement, too many blood stains on the ground
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| Rhode Island drops into the ocean
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| No place to call home anymore
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| Lovecraft in Brooklyn
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| Head outside most every day
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| To try to keep the wolves away
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| Imagine nice things I might say
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| If company should come
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| Woke up afraid of my own shadow, I mean, like genuinely afraid
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| Headed for the pawnshop to buy myself a switchblade
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| Someday something’s coming from way out beyond the stars
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| To kill us while we stand here, it’ll store our brains in mason jars
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| And then the girl behind the counter
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| She asks me how I feel today
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| I feel like Lovecraft in Brooklyn |