Grey skies and light fading, headlamps making patterns on the wall
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Uptown it's dead now but, out here no one seems to care at all
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Slick girls and sick boys and each one lining up to take it home
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They hold tight their coin and pray no one has to see the fall
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I'm there, yeah I serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
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Come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies
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Saturday nights in neon lights, Sunday in the cell
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Pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well
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Take me, take me to the riot
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Take me...
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You sprung me, I'm grateful
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I love when you tell me not to speak
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I owe you but I know you, you'll have me back but it's gonna take a week
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What now kid?, which way love?
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Will we ever make up and be friends?
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Good news is my shoes is lined with all my nickels and my tens
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Let's do them! Just feed me... I hate when I have to go to sleep
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You despise me and I love you
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It's not much but it's just enough to keep...
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Saturday nights in neon lights, Sunday in the cell
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Pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well
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Take me, take me to the riot
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And let me stay...
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Take Me To The Riot
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