Orange asphalt meets with the dusk an acquaintance
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Becomes atmosphere
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When you're ready to retire you get off the bus
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Man you get the hell out of here
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Then it's said, degeneration, its my excuse, its my separation
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Then it's said, degeneration
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Electric city read
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And its up reptilian way, minus a jackson
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I'm gonna waste away my E.C. night again
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But I hold on
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Orange pavement meets with my face
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An old fashioned grounding atmosphere
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Tripped up and tired, broke, they're killing us
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But i feel the sun coming again
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Ave Maria
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| The Menzingers |
