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Took the 17 down nicollet Passed the City Center Passing time Passing men on the streets with an open guitar case Passed the kids with their skateboards Passed the guys covered in ink playing fight night on the street Fifth street Yellow cord Brake peddle Bus stop Sidewalk The sharks fight the jets Romeo goes to Juliet Old men with canes talk on their cell phones Nicollet and 4th feels a little heavy tonight 11:47 comes my bus Down 4th ave Passing time Passing the former home of the Twins Passed the cops with their lights on Passed some kids in their visors Red light Doswell street Yellow cord Brake peddle Bus stop Sidewalk Out on the street Street lamps glow fluorescent New moon fixed in the stars Tilted, slightly The tweakers stay in the shack down the block They’ve got the rocks in their socks And they’re sleeping on the carpet Welcome mat turned over Shades drawn tight And an icy cold feeling runs in their veins And they roll back into a dream Apartment building Stairwell Door 10 Living room.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
How To Fall In Love With A Murderer
Took the 17 down nicollet Passed the City Center Passing time Passing men on the streets with an open guitar case Passed the kids with their skateboards Passed the guys covered in ink playing fight night on the street Fifth street Yellow cord Brake peddle Bus stop Sidewalk The sharks fight the jets Romeo goes to Juliet Old men with canes talk on their cell phones Nicollet and 4th feels a little heavy tonight 11:47 comes my bus Down 4th ave Passing time Passing the former home of the Twins Passed the cops with their lights on Passed some kids in their visors Red light Doswell street Yellow cord Brake peddle Bus stop Sidewalk Out on the street Street lamps glow fluorescent New moon fixed in the stars Tilted, slightly The tweakers stay in the shack down the block They’ve got the rocks in their socks And they’re sleeping on the carpet Welcome mat turned over Shades drawn tight And an icy cold feeling runs in their veins And they roll back into a dream Apartment building Stairwell Door 10 Living room.
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connor-thomas
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
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