We re All Just Passing Through - Nobody Picks A Fist Fight In New York City lyrics

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<b>Nobody Picks A Fist Fight In New York City</b> by <i>We're All Just Passing Through</i><br />ack down from the doorway of destiny tonight

Cause dare you rest that head

Feeling anything but your 4 white walls tonight

To you, something too good means something to prove

Something too good means something to prove

Your educator was uneducated

He taught you to pass up a good thing

Your educator was uneducated

He taught you to pass up a good thing

And run away

I can't breathe for what you can't see

But somehow to you this all tasted way too strong

Cause you chewed me up and spit me out

With only humiliation to call my own

To you, something too good means something to prove

Something too good means something to prove

Your educator was uneducated

He taught you to pass up a good thing

Your educator was uneducated

He taught you to pass up a good thing

And run away

Your educator was uneducated

He taught you to pass up a good thing

Your educator was uneducated

He taught you to pass up a good thing

And run away