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"The Friday night lights flicker, but the real game's after hours / Past the Plaza 3, where potential just sours. / Parked by the lake loop, whiskey in the cup, / Is this all there is? Is this how we grow up?" "Mama said stay humble, daddy said stay prayed / But the devil on my shoulder know the number for North Central Ave grade-A / It's quiet in the county, 'til the sirens start to scream / Another lost soul chasin' a pipe dream." "The trains roll through the night, a one-way ticket sound / But we stuck here in the middle, rooted to the floor.
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"The Friday night lights flicker, but the real game's after hours / Past the Plaza 3, where potential just sours. / Parked by the lake loop, whiskey in the cup, / Is this all there is? Is this how we grow up?" "Mama said stay humble, daddy said stay prayed / But the devil on my shoulder know the number for North Central Ave grade-A / It's quiet in the county, 'til the sirens start to scream / Another lost soul chasin' a pipe dream." "The trains roll through the night, a one-way ticket sound / But we stuck here in the middle, rooted to the floor.