Well, hold steady Ybor City
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You're up to your neck in the sweat and wet confetti
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If you want to get a little bit light in the heady
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It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy
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They're jamming jetskis into the jetty now
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With some guy who looks like Rocco Siffredi
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And I've heard he's been dead once already
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It's going down right now in Lowertown
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They're skipping off the good ship U.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sexuality
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Searching for the merchant with the five second delivery
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They're slipping soft rock into their setlist now
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They got some new guy that looks just like Phil Lynott
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We're stumbling but I think we're still in it
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It's a big world, girl, and I can't understand it
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We're tiny white specks in a bright blue planet
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I was a teenage ice machine
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I kept it cool in coolers and I drank until I dreamed
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And when I dream I always dream about the scene
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All these kids they look like little lambs looking up at me
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I was a Twin Cities trash bin
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I did everything they'd give me
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I'd jam it into my system
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She got me cornered by the kitchen
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I said I'll do anything but listen
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To some weird-talking chick who just can't understand
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That we're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet
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Baby take off your beret
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Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs
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And everything gets played
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Working backwards from the doctor to the drugs
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From the packie to the taxi to the cabbie to the club
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A thousand kids will fall in love in all these clubs tonight
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A thousand other kids will end up gushing blood tonight
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Two thousand kids won't get all that much sleep tonight
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Two thousand kids they still feel pretty sweet tonight
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Yeah, and I still feel pretty sweet
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Most People Are DJs
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| The Hold Steady |
