When the sun crashes into your world
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Look around and you try and find your girl
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And you're daring, too sick of what you see
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Out of town is the only place to be
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When your life starts to run out of juice
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Feel like dyin' and you just want to get loose
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Prayin' moves don't make much sense to you
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Seeing red before your feeling is blue
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Last exit Brooklyn....last exit Brooklyn
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Going back, getting out of this town
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Stretch it lean and mean, it turns you around
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Take your dreams and stretch them out on the street
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Take your turn to get back on your feet
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Feel the wheels singin' over the ridge
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Feel the song like "Oakland" take you
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All the time you knew you had the itch
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All the girls were glad to see you
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Last exit Brooklyn....last exit Brooklyn
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Girl in ol' "V" won't pray
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Don't give you a hard time
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All the girls from Brooklyn say
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Last exit Brooklyn....last exit Brooklyn
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Do you remember the day you left the block
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Your mama said you would live to regret it
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Coming home, coming stoned, come in hope, coming ready
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Are you holding steady
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Last exit Brooklyn....last exit Brooklyn....last exit Brooklyn
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Last Exit Brooklyn
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| Nazareth |
