| I’ve been running from the outskirts
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| Got some money on the wrong horse
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| I just had no where else to go
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| Now they’re closing down the book store
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| And they’re putting up a condo
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| We’re gonna watch this whole thing blow
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| And I’ve lived here all my life
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| I’m addicted to the sadness
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| And the sound of jubilation
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| We never got to say goodbye
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| Well they wanted his apartment
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| And they tried to steal his paintings
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| They were counting up the days until he died
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| And the band played on and on
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| And the band played on and on
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| And the band played all the sadness of my youth
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| I’m addicted to hand jive
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| I’ve been living on the down stroke
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| Almost gone and almost grown
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| I’ve been feeling like a bastard
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| In the beauty of the moment
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| So alive and so alone
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| And the band played on and on
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| And the band played on and on
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| And the band played all the sadness of my youth
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| I’m addicted to the glory
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| Of a broken heart
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| Now they got you in the camera
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| And you’re feeling like a target
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| Another picture in a million dollar phone
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| I’m addicted to the moment
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| I will not be reconstructed
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| I’m gonna watch this whole thing blow
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| And the band played on and on
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| And the band played on and on
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| And the band played all the sadness of my youth
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| And the band played on and on
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| And the band played all the sadness of my youth
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| And I’ve lived here all my life |