Get Out, Get In

Expatriate

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    I kinda wanna know that you're down on your luck
    Just the way I was when I needed to run, run
    You kill a piece of me every time the phone rings
    And it ain't your voice d-d-d-down the end of the line

    Turn off the light, turn on the dark
    We're standing underneath the satellites and the stars
    The undergrounds, the underworlds
    Full of pretty boys and those fucked up girls

    Get out, give in
    Just take out what you want
    Just take out what you need
    Get out, give in
    Get out, give in
    Just take out what you want
    Just take out what you need
    Get out, get out, give in

    Intro to life, exit to death
    Two more bars and we're all out of breath
    You killed us all, us under the sun
    But the moon saw you and the g-gun

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    And the gun, and the gun, and the gun, and the gun
    The gun, and the gun, and the gun

    Get out, give in
    Just take out what you want
    Just take out what you need
    Get out, give in
    Get out, give in
    Just take out what you want
    Just take out what you need
    Get out, get out, give in

    And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns
    And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns

    And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out
    Oh yes I do
    And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out
    Oh yeah I do

    And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns
    And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns

    And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out
    Oh yes I do
    And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out

    I kinda wanna know that you're down on your luck
    Just the way I was when you needed to run

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