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It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me, And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch And the smoke came out our mouths On all those hooded sweatshirt walks We were a stroke of luck We were a gold mine, they gutted us And from the sidelines you see me run Until I'm out of breath Living the good life, I left for dead The sorrowful Midwest Well I did my best... To keep my head It was grass stain jeans and incompletes And a girl from class to touch But you think about yourself too much And you ruin who you love Well all these claims at consciousness My stray dog freedom Let's have a nice clean cut Like a bag we buy and divy up And from the sidelines, I see you run SongtexteUntil you're out of breath And all those white lines that sped us up We hurried to our death Well I lagged behind... So you got ahead (Thanks to Meredith for correcting these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania