| I see a sunset fade into the haze
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| Of a dim-lit cigarette you roll to smoke and call it a day
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| We have poor hygiene
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| Far from clean but never felt so pure
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| We reek of a fresh sweat and stale beer
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| It smells like paradise
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| Here
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| When we grow up we may lose touch
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| But we gotta stay strong because we’re so young
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| Please stay strong
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| All we know are these highway roads
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| Sketchy parking lots we consider our homes
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| I know it sounds crazy, yet
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| We fall hard asleep, it’s rare that we worry
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| We’re only here until we are gone
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| So somebody, will you tell me what’s the
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| Hurry?
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| Fingers crossed that the cops don’t come
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| And I’m one hundred percent
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| Positive
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| That we never found all the empty cans
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| Under the van seats
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| We’re too busy sharing stories
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| And laughing
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| About how boring
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| Any situation can be
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| If there’s nobody trying to make the best of everything
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| Enough is never quite enough
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| Unless we cherish what is given to us
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| Oh dear, when you love both fear and rust
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| Enough is never quite enough
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| Unless we cherish what is given to us
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| Oh dear, when you love both fear and rust
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| Enough is never quite enough
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| Unless we cherish what is given to us |