The stars don't shine above my night
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The city lights are too fucking bright
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So let's let them burn till the morning comes
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There's laughter and poison to shade our eyes
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And if you're looking for the rest of us
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We're probably hanging out by the bar
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Looking for quarters for the pool table
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We got the jukebox playing G'n'R
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Another round of this for all my friends
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I thought those summer nights would never end
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We all could open up our mouths and say
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We are not the world
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I could sit in this spot all day
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And see nothing around me change
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We could open our mouths and say
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That we won't be a part of it
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Are you listening or waiting to speak
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In this conversation
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Are you listening at all
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I could sit in this spot all day
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And see nothing around me change
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We are not the world
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Little Bohemia
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| Smoke Or Fire |
