Frozen out of focus, the sunday crowd
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Started dreaming of television turned up too loud.
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And coded conversations, half baked and tired,
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Left us sleepy on blacktops burning the motor mile.
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And underneath the arcade, details collide
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There's good shopping, but all those patrons have too much style.
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And moving in slow motion the boulevard started seething
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With hip half-ravers in techno bars.
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It ends life along the neon sign (It is like a long, imperfect time)
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all speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise (on the motor mile).
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Sealed in concentration (Soaked in complication), the lantern lights
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Started shrinking (seething) on dead men drinking white liquor wine.
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And iced with complication (condensation), the methane gas
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Started leaking on bastards burning half red and black.
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We can ride along in perfect time
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Or speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise.
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And standing at the gates of NC State fair,
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I saw you smoking with all those new friends you've got to spare.
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And melting back in focus the sunday crowd
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Started sleeping with (dreaming of) white trash heroes, TV's turned down.
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In their eyes, along the neon sky (It ends like a long, imperfect time)
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All speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise (on the motor mile).
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We can ride along in perfect time
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Or dreaming of the white trash heroes on the motor mile (I'm in paradise).
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It ends life along the neon sky (It ends life along in perfect time)
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All speeding past, collide and crashing on the motor mile.
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We can't lie along in perfect time
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All dreaming of the white trash heroes, I'm in paradise.
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White Trash Heroes
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Archers of Loaf |