Moon's throwing daggers
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At the targets on the street
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Trucks wipe the sweat out of their eyes
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The brain is making promises
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The body cannot keep
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You duck inside a doorway
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And you change into your favorite disguise
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Black hole in your pocket
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But there's jingles up your sleeve
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Going down like a pederast in a boy's school
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And you wish that you could stop it
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But the handle's out of reach
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Sinking like a calliope in a whirlpool
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Oh no..
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You're waiting for the green light
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Hanging on for the cold opportunity
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You're waiting for the green light
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As every second of your life keeps slipping
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The time keeps ticking
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The the green light is looking like
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It's never gonna change for you
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Time carves initials
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Into the prison of your face
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Creeping like a spy on broken glass
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Cars kiss the tarmac
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As they cut right to the chase
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Cut price epiphany
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But somehow it just never seems to last
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Green Light (In Stereo)
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| Firewater |
