Just Kids
Stumbled in the neon grove
We were chasin' the dream
While Beer chased Tequila
Thus the night was born
Location and intent may vary
Regardless, the vice grips tight
No chance for sensible thought here
No chance, we've taken flight
The money is low, possessions are few
These we don't need, just foreign land to run to.
-RubberSoul
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