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Rainy days ain't so bad |
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The light on in the window's |
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Something that we ain't never had |
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To guide these wandering feet |
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Back to some place they barely met |
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Crossing foreign lands and smoke |
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In hand your cigarettes |
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Far from home and Lord you know |
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I just want to look my best. |
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I'll call you late at night to find out |
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How very cold it gets when im gone |
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Hang a lock upon my door |
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And brave another crowded hall |
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And another crowded floor |
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Just to dance would be so nice, |
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I ain't looking for no whore, |
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But between my drinking and my sleep |
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I've got time for a litle more |
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Well poor caroline |
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Times just seem so good |
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Since you've gone away to find a place to keep |
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Well you might be inclined |
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To save your self the time |
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And pack your things and go while I'm asleep |
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So I'll brave the morning crowd |
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To find that liquor store |
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Just to knock them windows out |
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And show that God Damn bottle |
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That two wrongs might make a right |
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Kick this tired ego |
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Thats been chasing us all night |
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And talking shit of my best gals |
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I wouldn't hurt 'em to save my life |
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Well poor caroline |
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Times just seem so goo |
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Since you've gone away to find a place to keep |
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Well you might be inclined |
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To save yourself the time |
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And pack your things and go while I'm asleep. |
