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Sun's going down let's get together On the bridge we’ll meet up tonight Black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags Above the East River’s northern lights You see what I see I thought it make believe Watched the sun rise On my street Old cement makes for A solid place to lay Bed of light grey My bed of light grey While I know it’s letters that can spell I hear now it’s words that can say I decided to start writing less And I’m talking more everyday Sixteen of our friends A five seat bright red van Curbside view Turn off of grand Pound my steering wheel We yell to the windshield I’m finally home I’m finally home [Hook] No time for cameras We’ll use our eyes instead No time for cameras We’ll be gone when we’re dead, oh No time for cameras We’ll use our eyes instead I see flashes of gold Every single car alarm we hear We’ll steal and throw through their window My water comes straight from the tap And those bottles are all just for show I see that we’re made of More then blood and bones See we’re made of Sticks and stones Don’t forget to breathe Need locks for your keys Don’t forget to breathe now Forget to breathe now [Hook x3]