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Hold your own jacket please
I'm not in the mood
Millions of trains under the ground
This city was the blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg

Bored again
Watching the rats
Eat all your food
At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be soon
This city was the blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg

Do you know how obvious you are?
You were born in New Hampshire but you say you're from the O.C.
Brooklyn's a death bed
For clones of the same kid
Stuck in the party
That was lame to begin with

At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be soon
This city was the blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg

You will all die

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Hold your own jacket please  
I'm not in the mood  
Millions of trains under the ground  
This city was the blueprint for hell  
  
Passed out, sleeping at your party  
Dream of leaving in the morning  
You will all die in Williamsburg  
Too hip to even clean your nose out  
Your grave is pulling at your pants now  
You will all die in Williamsburg  
  
Bored again  
Watching the rats  
Eat all your food  
At least you'll be used to  
The place you'll be soon  
This city was the blueprint for hell  
  
Passed out, sleeping at your party  
Dream of leaving in the morning  
You will all die in Williamsburg  
Too hip to even clean your nose out  
Your grave is pulling at your pants now  
You will all die in Williamsburg  
  
Do you know how obvious you are?  
You were born in New Hampshire but you say you're from the O.C.  
Brooklyn's a death bed  
For clones of the same kid  
Stuck in the party  
That was lame to begin with  
  
At least you'll be used to  
The place you'll be soon  
This city was the blueprint for hell  
  
Passed out, sleeping at your party  
Dream of leaving in the morning  
You will all die in Williamsburg  
Too hip to even clean your nose out  
Your grave is pulling at your pants now  
You will all die in Williamsburg  
  
You will all die

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