(Nate Albert/Dicky Barrett/Bosstones)
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It's 4:30 in the morn'
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I'm tattered, tired and torn
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Trying to keep up the pace,
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This ain't my home, this ain't my place
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The candle keeps on burning
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at this point there's no returning
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The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here
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Almost anything goes
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From the nightclubs to the shows
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Almost anything goes
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From the haircuts to the clothes
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Almost anything goes
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From your head down to your toes
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Almost anything goes,
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Does this place ever close?
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I wanna wake up in a city
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That likes to go to bed
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Where they know what time of day it is
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but I'm stuck here instead
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The rules are disregarded
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So it's time we all got started
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Moving at this hyperspeed
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This city seems to need
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Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here
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I stay on my toes wherever I go by
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I was killing all my money,
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Spending brain cells just as fast
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So I'll grab a taxi cab, head somewhere I can crash
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Driver, port authority
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Home's my destination
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Don't wake me up till we're near
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Park Street Station
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There's this electric lure that's sometimes so attractive
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But I'd rather hang my hat on a hook that's not so active
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I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind
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The neon lights were bright
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but I'll be leaving them behind
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Big city of dreams can be a nightmare
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A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork I'm outta here
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Almost Anything Goes
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Mighty Mighty Bosstones |