No need to put your words into my mouth
Don't need convincing at all
I love this place enough to know I have no doubts
Whoa
It's a mess, it's a start
It's a flawed work of art
Your city, your call
Every crack, every wall.
Pick a side, pick a fight
Get your epitaph right
You can sing, 'til you drop
'Cause the fun never stops
Labels: I predict a riot, obscure lyrics FTW, why can't us?, World Series
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