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there's a punch up outside of yates and there's so many beautiful faces you and me and the troubled teens will go hang out by the pinball machines i hope your hotspots all burn down and we dont look back when we're leaving town we just throw the salt over the shoulder don't be sad the aquaintance is over i thought i'd like it but i didnt like it you bet on lame horses you get disappointed lets cut our loses, cut our throats divide up the bill and get our coats |