| Woke up my brunette sunset Los Angeles on a shiny bed of nails.
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| All that doom and gloom feels like a strong wind.
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| Somewhere off the coast, dreaming on clouds of nothing.
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| Oh, yeah I don’t love me, no, I don’t love me today.
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| Policemen dancing.
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| Round, dark sunglasses shot me through the threads.
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| Lost without new blood.
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| Skull with empty eyes, watching my hours slip by.
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| Don’t let the streets bleed out your veins.
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| There, no one really loves you.
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| So screw your friends if they save face.
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| We’ll fake it to make it.
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| I can’t be part of you.
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| I can’t be part of you if you won’t be part of me, too.
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| Heard a sound.
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| Some blue holy ghost sneaks around back hallways.
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| Lost and lonely soul.
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| Girl with pretty eyes leaves me black flowers on my bed.
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| But you’ve got your bashful blue scarf around your neck, floating down the
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| steps and you’re broken now.
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| Everybody’s watching you now.
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| Nineteen.
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| Sharp hair.
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| Oh damn, you made a mess of it now, so leave off on some other wave,
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| just to let us feel safe.
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| Don’t let the streets bleed out your veins.
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| There, no one really loves you.
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| So screw your friends if they save face.
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| We’ll fake it to make it.
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| I can’t be part of you.
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| I can’t be part of you, if you won’t be part of me too.
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| Nothing is going right, nothing is going right tonight.
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| Nothing is going right, everything is wrong.
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| I can’t stop you from this feeling.
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| Nothing is going right, nothing is going right tonight.
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| Nothing is going right, everything is wrong and I can’t stop you from believing.
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| I can’t get past this feeling.
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| Is death the only option?
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| To be young is to be lonely |