He has his moustache cut fresh for her,
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she had her bangs done out to here,
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and the night was young and the beer was cheap at Texaco
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with it's fluorescent lights shinin' down.
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I almost fell off of my bike twice today,
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I was tryin' to turn my neck around to see...
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All the speed,
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the weed,
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the screamin' into disconnected payphones .
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I love you Old Town ladies with your windbreakers,
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your bleached blonde hair and your menthol cigarettes.
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All the fog,
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the stench,
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it's rollin' in from every old pulp mill.
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I love you Old Town dudes with your dirty shirts,
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your sweatpants on and your beards.
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It's so easy to end up here.
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The fear, the fear, the fear.
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Stuck in the syrup of the everyday.
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Eureka!
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Defiance, Ohio |