Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax. Sidewalk social scientist don't get no satisfaction from your cigarette. It's ten to ten. Time is running out. Take me down the highway like a rocket to the ocean. We can run. Today can last another million years. Today could be the end of me. It's 11:59 and I want to stay alive.
Pumping like a fugitive in cover from the night. Take it down the freeway like a bullet to the ocean. Wait until the morning, take tomorrow by the hand. Take it down the highway like a rocket to the ocean.
We can run. Today can last another million years. Today could be the end of me.
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