Lyrics Misfits and Lovers - The Wallflowers feat. Mick Jones
We
wrote
our
names
on
the
last
day
of
summer
On
the
insides
of
each
other
hands
With
empty
cans
and
walls
of
graffiti
The
kind
just
kids
understand
It′s
not
glass
or
the
wires
at
our
feet
That
gets
us
dancing
this
way
It's
the
backbeat
of
these
hearts
that
don′t
feel
the
world
That
is
slipping
away
This
overpass
wasn't
made
for
going
down
south
For
them
coming
in
or
us
getting
out
A
temple
of
concrete
that
sits
With
losers
and
orphans
under
it
It's
full
of
misfits
and
lovers
That
just
need
the
cover
that
it
gives
Be
counted
on
and
counted
in
The
well
is
dry
bags
are
full
of
grass
There′s
bottle
caps
in
the
rocks
It′s
louder
than
you
thought
and
the
best
kinds
of
trouble
Happen
when
the
gate
is
locked
This
overpass
wasn't
made
for
going
out
west
For
taking
a
shot
or
placing
your
bets
A
temple
of
concrete
that
sits
With
losers
and
orphans
under
it
It′s
full
of
misfits
and
lovers
That
just
need
the
cover
that
it
gives
Be
counted
on
and
counted
in
Counted
in
It's
not
the
hustle
or
the
high
that
doesn′t
last
The
dead
leaves
or
the
cheap
romance
It's
not
the
pills
or
the
punches
they
pack
It′s
the
magic
that
brings
us
back
This
overpass
wasn't
made
for
going
up
north
For
Taking
a
seat
and
going
back
and
forth
A
temple
of
concrete
that
sits
With
losers
and
orphans
under
it
It's
full
of
misfits
and
lovers
That
just
need
the
cover
that
it
gives
Be
counted
on
and
counted
in
Misfits
And
Lovers...
Be
counted
on
and
counted
in
Misfits
And
Lovers...
Be
counted
on
and
counted
in
Misfits
And
Lovers...
Just
need
the
cover
that
it
gives
Be
counted
on
and
counted
in
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