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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
   ------We Are The Union

It's hard to look past getting by
The evening's breaking news
always provides me with an excuse
pavement scrapes the underside
options all set to run out
paper slips and receipts start to feel like ghost towns
here comes those
empty feelings again
watching black turn into red
there was no restraint for this accident
the seat belts
had already snapped
Head first through the glass
It's hard to look past getting by
when black holes can't compete
with the sad eyed way my empty pockets look up at me
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Pavement scrapes the underside
I'm figting off the burnout
my sense of self respect is all that's left in this ghost town