Light it up like the city at night
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Old dark bones in the city
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Old Walt Whitman and borrowed alcohol
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We drove fast shaking all the way
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Like the waves in California
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Sorry I never know what to say at all
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Caught in a whirlwind
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Dry as a bone
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And I don't think that I can make it
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On my own
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On my own, my own [x3]
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(Burning) love man it never ends
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I tried but I couldn't make it
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Yea your paperback lovers could never pay the bills
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Worn it once and then let it go
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Or you may never shake it
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End up drinking too much (then pop a pill)
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Loose like a feather
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And left here alone
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And I don't think I can make it
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On my own
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On my own, my own [x3]
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Walt Whitman
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| Trampled By Turtles |
