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Hey, look out for my glass up there, man! |
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That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright... |
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Make it a double, or eh... |
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Somebody has to sing |
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Some body will sing? |
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Somebody will sing, right?(I don't know!) |
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Y'all pass me that bottle, |
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And I'll sing you all a real song |
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Yeah!Let me get my key, ahum! |
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Well, I'm looking through |
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Harlemmy stomach squeal just a little more |
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A stagecoach full of feathers and footprints,pulls up to soap box door |
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Now a lady with a pearl handled necktie |
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Tied to the driver's fencebreathes in my face,bourbon and coke possessed words& "Haven't I seen you somewhere in hell,or was it just an accident?"(You know how I felt then, and so:) |
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Before I could ask "was it the East or West side?"my feet they howled in pain |
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The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep,but not as deep in my mind as the rain |
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And as they pulled away |
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I could see her words |
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Stagger and fall on my muddy tent |
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Well I picked them up, brushed them off,to see what they say,and you wouldn't believe:` |
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Come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle,and bring along the bottle and a president' |
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And eh sometimes it's not so easy, baby |
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Especially when your only friend,talks, sees, looks and feels like you,and you do just the same as him(Gets very lonely up this road, baby)(Yeah, hmmm, yeah)(Got more to say!) |
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Well I'm riding through |
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LA (huh),on a bicycle built for fools |
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And I seen one of my old buddies |
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And he say, "you don't look the way you usually do" |
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I say, "well, some people look like a coin-box" |
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He say, "look like you ain't got no coins to spare" |
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And I laid back and |
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I thought to myself, and |
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I said this: |
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I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone,and combed this breath right out of my hair |
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And sometimes it's not so easy |
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Especially when your only friendtalk, sees, looks and feels like you,and you do just the same as himjust got out of a |
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Scandinavian jail,and |
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I'm on my way straight home to you |
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But I feel so dizzy |
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I take a quick look in the mirror,to make sure my friend's here with me too |
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And you know good well |
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I don't drink coffee,so you fill my cup full of sand |
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And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom |
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Sharing lipstick around the broken edge |
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And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on |
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And your cat he attacked me from his pill-box ledge |
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And I thought you were my friend too |
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Man, my shadow comes in line before you |
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I'm finding out that it's eh not so easy |
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Specially when your only friend |
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Talks, looks, sees and feels like you,and you do the same just like him(Lord it's so lonely here, hmmm, yeah) |
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Yeah!(Pass me that bottle over there...) |
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Yeah, yeah, okay... |
