.At the firefly
We all tell lies
And the cleanup kid
Hangs his head
He's the quiet type
Came to la to write
But he never made it out of the fringes
Keeps a low profile you kick him
He'll smile
Thinks blood is his payment for losing
While me I'm hiding.
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