We wrote our names on the last day of summer
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On the insides of each other hands
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With empty cans and walls of graffiti
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The kind just kids understand
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It's not glass or the wires at our feet
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That gets us dancing this way
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It's the backbeat of these hearts that don't feel the world
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That is slipping away
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This overpass wasn't made for going down south
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For them coming in or us getting out
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A temple of concrete that sits
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With losers and orphans under it
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It¡¯s full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives
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Be counted on and counted in
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The well is dry bags are full of grass
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There's bottle caps in the rocks
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It's louder than you thought and the best kinds of trouble
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Happen when the gate is locked
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This overpass wasn't made for going out west
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For taking a shot or placing your bets
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A temple of concrete that sits
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With losers and orphans under it
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It¡¯s full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives
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Be counted on and counted in
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Counted in
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It's not the hustle or the high that doesn't last
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The dead leaves or the cheap romance
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It's not the pills or the punches they pack
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It's the magic that brings us back
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This overpass wasn't made for going up north
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For Taking a seat and going back and forth
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A temple of concrete that sits
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With losers and orphans under it
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It¡¯s full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives
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Be counted on and counted in
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Misfits And Lovers... Be counted on and counted in
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Misfits And Lovers... Be counted on and counted in
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Misfits And Lovers... Just need the cover that it gives
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Be counted on and counted in
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Misfits And Lovers
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Wallflowers |