I'll sit inside, emptying a bottle, plugging up my brain
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Killing off my hopes, I'm an idiot king, shoot 'em down one by one
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You and me both we're living a lie we don't belong
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And the clothes we wear they always tear
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Those second-hand clothes they always tear
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Those second-hand hopes they always tear
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Away down my street
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Away down my street
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I walk, I walk
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The sun's a prize for my weak eyes
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I put my blindfold on
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How do I get out of here
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Move along Joe, move along Jack, the burning road welcomes you back
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I'm high enough now to turn out the sun
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I'm king enough now to close my eyes
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And watch the ruins grow like my alibis
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Like we're already dead, like we're empty as hell
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We're jewels on a chain, yeah we're jewels on a chain
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Away down my street
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Away down my street
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I walk, I walk
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The sun's a prize for my weak eyes
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I put my blindfold on
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How do I get out of here
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Because there is no peace, yeah there is no peace
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There is no peace, there is no peace
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Hey
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Hey garbage man, I'm in garbage land
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Hey man, how do I get out of here
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Hey, hey, how do I get out of here
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Come on man, how do I get out of here
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Away Down My Street
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American Music Club |