| Running listless in the high female
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| 100 square foot canopy
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| Overlooking more studio apartments
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| And if i stay i will slowly fade away
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| Oh yeah, carry me, sweet melody, tonight
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| Struck the shady haze parks
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| Where we sleep near shopping carts
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| And licorice spice grows out of children
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| And in their yards
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| They will watch the slow return
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| We can just… move on!
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| Come along, baby, paranoia is trailing you
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| And you ain’t got no money at all
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| Ooh, so until the morning comes…
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| And in the moonlight we can
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| Haunt the streets, and stay open 'til day
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| Compliment the reptiles to find out
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| Just what the tax forms say
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| And ain’t it pretty, pretty penny
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| Has no legs and a severe case of whooping cough
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| And threw rocks on love life like home
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| Where the hospital shut off
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| To the tune of:
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| And when their doom ensues
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| I just want to be with you
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| And we can just… move on!
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| Come along, baby, paranoia is trailing you
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| And you ain’t got no money at all
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| (no money, no money, no money…)
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| So until the morning comes…
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| Don’t you worry about me, mama…
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| I’ll be off the streets someday
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| And don’t you worry about me, brothers
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| I’ll be off the streets someday
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| And don’t you worry, sisters
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| I’ll be off the streets someday
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| Don’t you worry, darling
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| I’ll be off the streets someday
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| Don’t you worry, love, i am
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| Off the streets someday |