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Paint a picture of it, little anarchist Making movies on his dad's camera He's turning eighteen, looks like twenty-three Buying 40s with his 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 Letras de cancionesDoing 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 From Letras Mania