Sunday mornin' freak show and
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Someone forgot to pull the plug
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Out on this place a long time ago
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The angels they don't come around
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And the gods they run like devils
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Chasin' secrets no one talks about
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Down avenues of glitter lights and pain
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I've been looking for a place
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To leave my troubled thoughts behind
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But troubles growin' all around
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And it's all I seem to find
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In this land of make believe
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Toxic February breeze
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Cemetery boulevards
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With neon signs that say you've come too far
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I don't wanna be the one to say
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I know exactly what I'm headed for, some things I think you shouldn't know and
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If I'm on a one way street to nowhere at least I made it there to say
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I don't regret a single thing that I have done
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And all this time I thought I was the one whose goin' down
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Changing to be stickin' with the passin' of each day
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No one keeps trying hard
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Underneath the city's holy light
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Burnin' at both ends this candle slowly rages on
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Yesterdays a memory and tomorrow's just a vision
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And somethin' summer in the sun
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This motor's barely runnin', my feet are tired of walking
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Down the same old asphalt roads
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I spot Sunday drivers slidin' up and down this razorblade
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It's cheaper than a fix and not a moment in the sun
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I thought I had it figured out but illusions never leave a doubt
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So on will I keep walkin' till I'm home.
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Ghost Town
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Strung Out |