You meet me at the pier... so we can teach each other how to breathe
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It's been the strangest year; I almost drifted out to see
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I've lost my edge, and I'm barely twenty-three...
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Downtown the high robots... are fishin' for the rich men
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I say we take some shots and make a night of watching them
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"I would, but I'm not sure I should go out... it's just these days, I'm so afraid of crowds..."
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[Chorus:]
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We gotta get a little out of it
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To get out of it... sometimes
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Tonight I wanna get a little out of it
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And I'm hoping that you don't mind
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So we pull open the garage
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The clicker's fuckin' broken
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I say we drive 'til dawn
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And push the car into the ocean
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I watched the cops bust up our neighbor's place today
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Tell me where you're living, dear
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If it's so safe anyway
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[Chorus]
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We wander down the hill to the parking lot
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Where all the street lamps paint the pavement
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o-o-o-orange, yeah
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We take some pills I got from the pharmacy
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And laugh about a year that felt a little more like war
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We gotta get a little out of it sometimes
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Tonight, I wanna get a little out of it
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And I'm hoping that you don't... mind...
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We gotta get a little out of it to get out of it sometimes
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Tonight I wanna get a little out of it and I'm hoping that you don't mine.
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Out Of It (Passenger Demo)
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| Jack's Mannequin |
