Friends, a warehouse painThey tack their own car
A thousand kids who buried their parents
There's laughing outsideWe're locked out of the public eye
No smooth chords on the car radioNo smooth chords on the car radio
We set the trash on fireAnd watch outside the door
The ? ? ? of the paperAnd out of the ? ? ?
There's laughing outsideWe're locked out of the public eye
No smooth chords on the car radioNo harsh chords on the car radio
No smooth chords on the car radioNo ... chords on the car radio
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