Did you see me in your shifting curtain
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I was busy taking a furtive peek inside
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At the lovely lights of your unprotected city
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At your lovely freeways burning with innocence
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At your lovely chain stores levelling horizons like a-bombs
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At your run-down streets' long abandon
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By the few that claim that they saw me
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By the few they claim their eyes were opened
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No close friends
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No close friends
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No close friends
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And I swear no one saw me
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The boy scout badge I got for not feeling a thing
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My golden future with its wild cherry flavored hole
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My yellow ribbon, my yellow streak
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My big stick
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My big time with the pony's oldest trick
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Won't keep the grains of my soul
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from passing through the safe
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Won't keep me begging for something
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I know you'll never give
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And anyway, I'm probably just gonna steal
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I guess I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill
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No close friends
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No close friends
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No close friends
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Yeah, I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill
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I saw a light in your shifting curtain
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I saw you tighten up the drama
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Your fate, it'd get away
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I watched with pain
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I watched with lust
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Your lousy acting, you're a cloud of dust
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And whenever you speak, oh it's so wet down at sea
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Saying eventually you're gonna have to give up
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No close friends
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No close friends
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No close friends
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Yeah I swear I will never give up
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The Amyl Nitrate Dreams of Pat Robertson
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| American Music Club |
