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[Verse 1]

This she did in public for us to see

She came in here too drunk to do the show

Between the trains and cars

Broken glass and lost hub-caps, images of a gun

Row house, row house pass through

Let the city rise up to fill the screen

Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off

The guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs

With his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip

The girl started out in red patent leather

Very "I'm in a band" with knee pads

We watch her fall over and lay down

Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers

Row house row house pass through, let the city rise up

Twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I'll see you, see you

See you on the highway

Now we tone-soul merge ideas, of song forms and freedom

Miss Seafood, Miss Cheesecake, a couple of Miss Donuts

The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image

Poised, yet totally screwed up

Yes sir, yes sir, step right up

None of us know where we're trying to get to

What sort of life

We're trying to build

Now we tone-soul merge ideas, of song forms and freedom

Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach

L.A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I've ever been to

I'm from New York City, breathe it out and let it in

Where are you now

When your broken eyes are closed?

Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats

Borrowed and never returned

Emotions, books, outlooks on life

Hello 2015!