It's hard to look past getting by
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The evening's breaking news
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always provides me with an excuse
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pavement scrapes the underside
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options all set to run out
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paper slips and receipts start to feel like ghost towns
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here comes those
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empty feelings again
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watching black turn into red
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there was no restraint for this accident
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the seat belts
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had already snapped
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Head first through the glass
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It's hard to look past getting by
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when black holes can't compete
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with the sad eyed way my empty pockets look up at me
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Pavement scrapes the underside
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I'm figting off the burnout
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my sense of self respect is all that's left in this ghost town
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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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| We Are The Union |