the city is buring the riots and the sun is melting
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everything down
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cops and horses and teenage angst
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and me quiet quiet me in my shades is thinking
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"we sure need some love if we gonna get trough"
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but hey you came solitude with the rain solitude
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and you blushed solitude you stole my woman
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and left me in this melancholy mood
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the hills are alive the von trapps are chasing dragons
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and the street punk ass kids will kick you for a dollar
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and me
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quiet me in my shades is thinking
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"we sure need some drugs if we're gonna get through"
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Solitude
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| Tribeca |
