There? a bright white light
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To shine shine on all the dim bulbs in the crowd tonight
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And there? a thin yellow line to separate the fast lane
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And there? a man I know,
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he?l take apart your engine if you ask him right
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Let? empty all the minibars and leave this town in flames.
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He? starving for attention, She's swallowing her pride.
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Bitter gall for bleeding ulcers, attitudes you can? abide.
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A sentence fragment city, a poor excuse for a life of crime.
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This is not a road picture, we are not amused (or surprised).
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You don? need a passport to know what state you?e in.
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She wore barrettes of many colors in her many-colored hair.
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That? not the point--they only notice what you wear.
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She said, "the moon is a toenail,
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the stars are a guardrail, my heart is a sandpail...
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And you?e toluca lake."
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Stop the traffic! Bend the time!
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We?e heading into territory
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Too ugly to explore (but they?e both been there before).
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He quotes nathanael west.
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She tries her best, but can? find a mouth to grin with
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?ause a tragedy requires a little greatness to begin with...
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You are ill wind, You blow no good;
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A pissant under glass, an airport neighborhood.
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Earthquake survivor, feral youngsters smoking tea.
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Spit in your hands and see you splinter every tree.
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Culver city! Beachwood drive! Vesper avenue! hey hey!
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The needle on the radiator rising as the road inclines.
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The scene is going nowhere fast; he? shooting highway signs.
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She carves her sorry epitaph, a carjack fever scrawl:
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"If you only live in movies maybe you don? really live at all."
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You don't need a passport.?
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(Theme From) Carjack Fever
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| Harvey Danger |
