| The dogs are out singing songs
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| Right here is the place to be
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| If you talk with me all night long
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| Tomorrow we might just feel free
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| If you ask me what I’m hoping for
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| I’ll tell you there’s no hope at all
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| Just give me one more night to change
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| With friends around I don’t feel dead
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| I’m not alone
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| More money to spend on empty songs
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| Created by bastards on dope
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| I’d rather be having a beer
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| Than drinking your piss on the street
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| One cigarette, one scotch on rocks
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| More broken bones, more wasted smiles
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| Fast women and fast music
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| «The life you live, it makes me sick»
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| My brother’s gone, my friends are bored
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| I’m waiting for my love alone
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| Will revolution save my soul?
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| It feels so weird to be a whore
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| We’re not alone
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| Six years and still going strong
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| Remember that night in Illinois?
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| We realized we are not alone
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| My friends are gone, my friends are bored
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| I’m waiting for my love alone
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| Will revolution save my soul?
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| It feels so weird to be a whore
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| If you ask me what I’m hoping for
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| I’ll tell you there’s no hope at all
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| Just give me one more night to change
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| With friends around I don’t feel dead
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| You’re not alone |