It was the summer of 95 (so what!)
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In the backyard, shaving the old plies
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Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
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Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
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I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
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"I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
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To be wrong, to be wrong
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Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.
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When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
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With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
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"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
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By the end of the night." And said hey
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I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
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No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
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Feeling so good (good!) cruisin¡¯ the hood (hood!)
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straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
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But I don't care.
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I can fade away to anywhere don't stop
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because you might get dropped
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and if you do who's going to pick you up
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well I won¡¯t, well I won't...
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they always played a slow song.
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When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
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With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
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"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
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By the end of the night." And said hey
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When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
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With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
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"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
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By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY
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Keasbey Nights
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Streetlight Manifesto |