Friends, warehouse, pain attack their own kind
A thousand kids bury their parents
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
Some smooth chords on the car radio
No hard chords on the car radio
We set the trash on fire and watch outside the door
Men come up the pavement under the marquee
There's laughing inside
We're locked out of the public eye
Some smooth chords on the car radio
No hard chords on the car radio
Friends, warehouse, pain attack their own kind
A thousand kids bury their parents
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
Some smooth chords on the car radio
No hard chords on the car radio
Some smooth chords on the car radio
No hard chords on the car radio

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