| Cops and junkies hurl their sophistries
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| And hail cacophony
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| Try not hard to shake this off of me
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| Howl you fools, it’s all for naught
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| But on 16th street we wait for holiness
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| Vaccinate ourselves from loneliness
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| Masquerade through homes of homelessness
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| And oh, I hope we’ll not get over this
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| Here the now is now upon us
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| Everyone must share this on us
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| Ancients have no more to loan us
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| All our debts unpaid
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| On 16th street we rise in numbers
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| Once a name now just a number
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| Scream for all the unsaid, unheard prisoners on parade
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| Sweet Dolores, mi mamasita
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| Seems each day I still re-meet you
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| Disculpame mi pobrecita
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| Guess I left things incomplete
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| But all this noise will soon be over
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| So let’s drink until you’re halfway sober
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| Red rover’s already over
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| But the last thing that we need is closure
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| Now it’s time for us to swallow all this loss until tomorrow
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| Pay back all the time we’ve borrowed
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| Anger well displayed
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| On 16th street we fall in numbers
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| No one questions, no one wonders
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| Scream for all the unsaid, unheard hoodlums on parade |