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Wearing a hole through my pocket Sun in my eyes laying me flat Spinning a wheel in slow motion Asleep at the gate in the back Sixteen Sixteen stares Float the deck in a teenage daydream Scrape my palm again and again I never learn when I walk away easy They never tell just how far it bends Sixteen Sixteen stares Sixteen Sixteen stares Come up to Hollywood and Selma Come up to 15th and JFK All your friends are waiting there for ya None of this lasts as we fade away Sixteen Sixteen stares Sixteen Sixteen stares From Letras Mania