Let¡¯s get stupid drunk on the roof of an abandoned building
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At four-thirty in the afternoon.
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We'll sit in lawn chairs and stare at the people.
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They all look like ants.
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I swear that I can see your house from here.
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And it goes without saying
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but it's always said,
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that tomorrow we will wake up
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inside your bed,
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with the bitter recollections
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of a romance killed,
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and another tired night of being unfulfilled.
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But
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Isn't this what you wanted?
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Why act so disappointed?
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Well, I know that living in the city
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will do that to you.
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So why do you have to
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always be so goddamn helpless?
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Isn't this what you wanted?
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So lets pack up our things and douse this building
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with the gasoline that we hid under the floorboards.
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We'll strike one match and make sure
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that this city, it never breathes again,
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and hope that we will be the first ones to go.
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And I wish it could be simple,
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but it never will,
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Because the things that make us stronger
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are the things that kill.
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And the sooner we can get ourselves out of this,
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is the sooner we can learn from this experience.
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But
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Isn't this what you wanted?
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Why act so disappointed?
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Well, I know that living in the city
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will do that to you.
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So why do you have to
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always be so goddamn helpless?
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Isn't this what you wanted?
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Let's Laugh About It Later
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So Many Dynamos |