Another East Bay Night
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(East Bay Night [x3])
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When the sun goes down
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and the night come around
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and the fog come a rolling in,
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When you cast a line
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to go dance one time
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and an old friend invites you in,
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hear a punk rock song
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and we sing along
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Everything gonna be alright
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Another East Bay Night
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(East Bay Night [x3])
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Well gramma stands on
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the very same land
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on the old house
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up on the hill,
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you can see the San Francisco bay
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Alcatraz albany landfill,
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and reminisce on the front porch
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under a yellow light
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Another East Nay Night
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(East Bay Night [x3])
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Earthquakes shake and fires
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take from this view
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I've seen it all,
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I've tasted smoke
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as the hills burned
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I heard the freeway fall,
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when there's nothing to say
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just look into the bay
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you know some things
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they just feel right
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Another East Bay Night
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(East Bay Night [x3])
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East Bay Night
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Rancid |