slit my throat from ear to ear
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and drink my blood like wine
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i ain't afraid of living, boy
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and i ain't afraid to die
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i ain't no goddamn vampire
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and i ain't leaking tears
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its not about them photographs
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or shouting out them beers
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i've stood out that corner
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and i've waited for that man
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i've felt that beat pump through my veins
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as the money changed its hands
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i've walked these lonely city streets
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and i've climbed these purple hills
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i've stood itching and waiting
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goddamn
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goddamn, i'm waiting still
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have you ever felt the sunrise
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in twitching, aching arms
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or held your black spots in you palm
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and squeezed and loved them hard?
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my city's so forgiving
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but this life, it ain't no living
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take me home
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you never cry in bottles
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you cry when you get home
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when you watch your life walk out the door
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and you fall asleep alone
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i got my shit together
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but lord knows where i'm going
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take me home
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R.L. Burnouts Inc.
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| The Falcon |
