.There's always a party on Funeral Row, where the cross flashes red to the street/And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans, he's grazing the surface of sleep/The vultures on Main Street are eyeing you up, calculating the weight of your bones/And midnight graffiti appears on your door, so we all can.
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