above the mirrory street
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a lightning bug fires up the park
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when it's dark
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eleven and i fall in
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to drink to dream among the shadows
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number one wasn't that fun
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under two i never knew
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but we will not be submissive
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we're on a mission
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we'll finish that cup of who-knows-what
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bike along the broken blossoms
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pedal behind the deadwood hills
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something about here and you
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gives me chills
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at night the cars come curving
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in confrontation
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when you can't see anything
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you feel everything
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we're so akin to skin
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when boys want in
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boys will be boys
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boys will be poison boys
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i'll be the camera if you'll be the star
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you be the camera when i am the star
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you burn the buildings
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i'll burn the cars
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turn on turn on turn on turn on
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if they could only see the greed
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that circles around the silence
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if they could find us they'd see
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if they were only listening
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so when those boys want in
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let's give em some of their own medicine
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i'll be the sky if you'll be the star
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if they could only see us now
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you burn the cities
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i'll burn the towns
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turn on turn on turn on turn on
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if they could only see the green
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circles aorund your brown eyes
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if they could sympathize see green
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if they could only watch you sing.
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Urbana's Too Dark
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| Braid |
