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Painted picture of a little anarchist
Making movies on Dad's camera
It's turning eighteen, looks like twenty-three
Buying Forties with fake ID

I was a lightning rod
And I never felt so lost

Doing donuts in the parking lot
Me and my friends, we'll never get caught
6 AM and I feel like I'll never leave this place alive
But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet
Never come back to these upstate streets
I'm seeing my future
And I feel like I'm getting high off the neon glow
Standing at the crossroads
Here at the Sunoco

Pack of cigarettes, Code-Red Mountain Dew
Yellow fingertips around her waist, I
Comb my hair over, over my widow's peak
Chili Peppers on my car speakers

I was so camouflaged
And I never felt so lost

Doing donuts in the parking lot
Me and my friends, we'll never get caught
6 AM and I feel like I'll never leave this place alive
But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet
Never come back to these upstate streets
I'm seeing my future
And I feel like I'm getting high off the neon glow
Standing at the crossroads
Here at the Sunoco

Here at the Sunoco
Oh

And I'm trying my best, but I can't win
Trying to keep all my secrets in
But your hand on my chest
And the heat of my skin
Brings me right back there again

Doing donuts in the parking lot
Me and my friends, we'll never get caught
6 AM and I feel like I'll never leave this place alive
But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet
Never come back to these upstate streets
I'm seeing my future
And I feel like I'm getting high off the neon glow
Standing at the crossroads
Here at the Sunoco

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