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Well 1 bin took, yes, I got hooked |
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Bin hung up down & out and that's tough |
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Yes I looked down on a dark street crying |
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I guess all of my |
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Rivers have run dry |
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I bin beat, that ain't so sweet |
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Bin shook up, picked up shaking for lying thief |
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Yes I spent nights where the sun don't shine |
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I guess all of my |
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Rivers have run dry |
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Well there ain't no hungrier howl |
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Than an empty man with an empty smile |
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Got some hole in the wall |
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Just some hell where you're tired you fall |
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You can't tell the difference |
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Between night or day no more |
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Lookout |
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Oh there were times, that weren't so mean |
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I had a wife and a kids and a job and a money |
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In the pockets of my jeans |
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Now I'm alone got a mind to dying |
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I guess all of my |
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Rivers have run dry |
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All of my rivers run dry |
