| From the housetops to the gutters
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| From the ocean to the shore
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| The warning signs have all been bright and garish
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| Far too great in number to ignore
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| From the cities to the swamplands
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| From the highways to the hills
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| Our love has never had a leg to stand on
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| From the aspirins to the cross-tops to the Elavils
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| But I will walk down to the end with you
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| If you will come all the way down with me
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| From the entrance to the exit
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| Is longer than it looks from where we stand
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| I want to say I’m sorry for stuff I haven’t done yet
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| Things will shortly get completely out of hand
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| I can feel it in the rotten air tonight
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| In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face
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| In the weak last gasp of the evening’s dying light
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| In the way those eyes I’ve always loved illuminate this place
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| Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
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| Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell
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| I will walk down to the end with you
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| If you will come all the way down with me |