Never in all of my life
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Have I seen eyes as empty as these streets of my city
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on a Saturday night,
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all the green of your eyes says "Go, leave it all behind."
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But I don't need to be reminded a change is gonna come.
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I can feel it on the tip of your tongue.
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And I feel alive.
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We met up once we'd settled the sun
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Between the heat and the work week
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the fear is we could use some sleep
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but sleep to the superfluous man means better use for beds
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and I'll bet I'm coming home alone tonight.
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I don't need to be reminded that this is how it was.
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I moved on, I passed a billboard down my block
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that asks if I've had enough, and aloud I say "I've had too much,"
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when the truth is, I'm just getting started.
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Now all the barlights are blinking in time
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to Mexican music, it's taunting the pavement
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and I feel alive.
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One of us sings, and one of us drinks,
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and one of us has nothing at all.
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So he calls us all sheep
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I'm the Little Bo Peep of the bunch.
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(I take their tales and I'm ready to go)
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The he swears he's gotta take this call
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Man, I get scared he's gonna leave us too soon.
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We were the get rich quick kids,
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We never got it right
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So we settled for the center of town
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Where all the rich white kids is out looking for a fight
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got the blond one staring me down.
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And I really wanna take a swing
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I can't help but remember James Dean
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See we are part of the few who agree
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that hey, he lived life fast
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but he died.
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He died.
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He died.
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Me, I'm gonna live forever.
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Now all the barlights are blinking in time
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to Mexican music, it's taunting the pavement
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and for the first time
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in a long time
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I feel alive
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Barlights
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Fun. |