| I want to see you some time
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| Come find me, I’ll be home
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| Just between the Costco
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| And the Barnes and Noble
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| Behind the mom and pop grocery
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| That shut down in the 90's
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| Like all the other locals
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| They smashed the dreams of the hopeful
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| I’m getting off track, sorry
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| It’s like I said, right in there
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| There was a Fredrick Meyers
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| Sold everything from fruit to tires
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| Check in with the doorman
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| An old biker named Slim
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| Just say you’re here to see me Don’t forget to tip him
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| One hand must wash the other
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| Each man must be a brother
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| Band up and take cover
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| We’ll go dancing, set fires,
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| Tag buildings, slash tires,
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| Drive go-carts like Shriners
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| Or just hang out at Fred Meyers
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| Bring a lantern with you
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| It gets dark in places
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| Go up the escalator
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| To the section that was kids' wear
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| I’m at the back wall left side
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| Under a sign says Levis
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| Top bunk, second row
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| If I’m not in right then
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| Ask around, somebody’ll know
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| 'Cause everybody knows me
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| (Chorus)
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| We’ll go out babe, skateboarding
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| Go looting, food hoarding
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| Whatever you desire
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| We can just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers
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| (Chorus)
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| We’ll go out, babe, drink moonshine
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| Tip rubble on the East Side
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| Dig deep holes to China
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| Or we could just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers
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| Why don’t we just stay in my bed a Fred Meyers |