It’s never quite complete,
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It’s never ever discrete
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But people just disappear
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And the people you meet
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They come from anywhere
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But not just anywhere
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They all got stories to tell
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They all got secrets to keep
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And meet by someone you like
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It may go get a fight
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Start feeling insecure, you think it’s something you like
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But as you’re passing by
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You kinda wanna cry
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You thinking ain’t a dream
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It’s in your life
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She keeps meoff the streets,
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But she keeps me off the streets
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She keeps me off the streets,
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She keeps me off the streets,
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So I was shooting this shit
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Like I could handle it
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Like I could live on the door
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Running…
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And throw up crowd in a whole
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Where it gets too cold
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With nowhere to be and nowhere to go
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And once to call my own,
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… letting me someone, she’s in love with…
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Never cheat again,
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And yet the lie’s a joke
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But she keeps me off the streets,
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She keeps me off the streets,
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She keeps me off the streets,
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But she keeps me off the streets,
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Hot … lava, when it finally breaks
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Breaks over your head and leaves you on your way
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Then she calls her dad and lies about the cash
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And then she bails you out
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And then you feel like an ass
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Where have you gone, …
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Got the self…you got nothing to eat…
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I’ll see you on the streets
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But she keeps me off the streets,
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She keeps me off the streets,
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She keeps me off the streets,
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But she keeps me off the streets.
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The Streets
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| Soul Asylum |
