My love you're wrong
If you think the dawn in coming
That's not sunrise
The cityscape is burning
In the miles of sewer rats
You dropped your deer-skin cap
Now you're sure to catch a death if it starts storming
It's best not to test
Your old companion
We'd rather keep those pretty legs still standing
No candy corn or licorice
If the wind keeps going on like this
"Happy Halloween"
With your cracked lips screaming
Sorry for the fuel and all the chlorine
I guess the page we lost
Contained some kinda warning
I don't care about your eyes / There's only two more cigarettes
So don't get the backpack wet / So just keep the backpack dry
I'll only hold your hand when you stop crying
I guess that's just the kind of guy that I am
The hour's starting over........
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