smeared black ink
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your palms are sweaty
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and I'm barely listening to
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last demands
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I'm staring at the
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asphalt wondering
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what's buried underneath
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where I am
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where I am
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I'll wear my badge
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a vinyl sticker with big block
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letters adherent to my chest
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that tells your new friends
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I am a visitor here
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I am not permanent
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and the only thing
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keeping me dry is
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you seem so out of context
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in this gaudy apartment complex
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a stranger with your door key
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explaining that
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I am just visiting
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and I am finally seeing
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why I was the one worth leaving
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why I was the one worth leaving
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d.c. sleeps alone tonight
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<Interlude>
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you seem so out of context
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in this gaudy apartment complex
|
a stranger with your door key
|
explaining that
|
I am just visiting
|
and I am finally seeing
|
why I was the one worth leaving
|
why I was the one worth leaving
|
the district sleeps alone
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tonight after
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the bars turn out their lights
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and send the autos swerving
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into the loneliest evening
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and I am finally seeing
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why I was the one worth leaving
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could
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never be loved
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White guts
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white wall tires
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floor plush
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it's so fire
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brains blowed sittin on dubs
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come through could
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never be loved
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White guts
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white wall tires
|
floor plush
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it's so fire
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brains blowed sittin on dubs
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come through could
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never be loved
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C a d i l l a c you and me
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will grey so cleanly
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C a d i l l a c blowing smoke
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so high and freely
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C a d i l l a c you and me uh
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blowing smoke so high and freely
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District Sleeps Alone Tonight
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| Postal Service |
