.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 here
Pretending th.
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