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He lights up and he coughs up something green.
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He hates you he hates him, I think he hates me.
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Tea on his jacket, worn like a bruise
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You can see it in his eyes he'd rather be
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crusin the freeway on his little
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blue honda fifty Cee Cee from the seventies
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He wakes up and he reaches for his tie
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He stayed out late, drinking the locals dry
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Why are you so late, the train was running slow
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You can see it in his eyes he'd rather be
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Blowing horn in a backup band for a
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Showy singer with guitar in hand
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playing sold out shows
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She looks up and she cannot see the sky
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it's been days since she enjoyed being high
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seeing red, and learning about the biz
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you can see it in her eyes she'd rather be
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living large by her swimming pool and
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getting altered when she wanted to.
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(Repeating verse)
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We're stuck with these things
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That don't help us at all
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They don't help us at all
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