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Well I came out and covered in the soak of the knife.
If I were a witness I would run just to hide.
Cause the street is in a riot, and the cabs are submerged.
Tell me, why is no one with it?
Oh, Yeah, Yeah.
'88, '88 we're just a moment in time, we're going to find it alright.
Yeah..
'88, '88 under these flourescent lights, we're not pretending we're high.
Yeah..
Guess I can say you're pretty with the glaze in your eye,
Instead of corners like a miracle ride.
Took my honest friends trumpet, and he's barely alive,
He says, hold
on
for
a
minute.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
'88, '88 we're just a moment in time, we're going to find it alright.
Yeah..
'88, '88 under these flourescent lights, we're not pretending we're high.
Yeah..
Open up, sleeping on your couch tonight.
The window open, I'm (??)
'88, '88 we're just a moment in time, we're going to find it alright.
Yeah..
'88, '88 under these flourescent lights, we're not pretending we're high.
Yeah..
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