Downtown north, past the airport
A dream in switchgrass and concrete
Three grey floors of smoky windows
Facing the street

Michael pulls the blinds back up
Stares blankly at the intersection
Watching for the guy who's got the angel dust
Crystal-clear connection

Days like dominos
All in a line
We cheer for the home team
Every time

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Lakeside View
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Most nights now, sleep in the kitchen
Keep my face cool on the floor
And John-John comes by to drop off his envelopes
Still playing postman after all these years

Pull down my army surplus jacket
Dig through some drawers to find the keys
Emerge transformed in a million years
From days like these
Under each eye
A little greasepaint smudge
You can't judge us
You're not the judge

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And just before I leave
I throw up in the sink
One whole life recorded
In disappearing ink

And Ray left a message
Thumbtacked to the door
I don't even bother
Trying to read them anymore

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Lakeside View
Lakeside View
For my whole crew