.a hundred acres, we spread ourselves thin
we're just looking for a place to fit
so we move into a ghost house
in a ghost town
slam the door watch the whole thing fall down
we're gonna shake our hips
we're gonna bruise our wrists
sometimes these streets belong to me
bu.
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