Meet me up on ninety-nine
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Beneath the Marco Polo sign
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I¡¯ll be the one with a box of wine
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And a hundred dollar car
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We could talk about the lives we¡¯ve led
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And count the reasons we¡¯re not dead
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Or maybe we could talk instead
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About the ways in which we are
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Always nothing or too much to say
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Only so many sides of the record to play
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And the song that got stuck in my head
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Said you die by what you live by
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You will die by what you live by
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You will die by what you live by
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Every time¡¦
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Like carnivores to carnal pleasures
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So will we to desperate measures
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Melting into stagnate puddles
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Beat down by the sun
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I went to school?I didn¡¯t stay
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Spoke right up when I had nothing good to say
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And I said it to anyone who would listen
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Lay me down in the bed that I made
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Starved for sleep by the shrill serenade
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Singing over and over:
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You die by what you live by
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You will die by what you live by
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You will die by what you live by
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Every time¡¦
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You die by what you live by
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You will die by what you live by
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You will die by what you live by
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Every time¡¦
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What You Live By
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Harvey Danger |