If you have to ask, you're streets behind

Get me some rope, tie me to dream
Give me the hope, to run out of steam
Somebody said, it could be here
We could be roped up, tied up, dead in a year

I can't count the reasons I should stay
One by one they all just fade away

The 88 -- At Least It Was Here (opening theme version)


(wow that looks really garish, I'm sorry about that)

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