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That girl you were seein' back in '72 |
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Somethin' 'bout a hotel room and bath water in your shoes |
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Were you into your catholic thing then or some other stew |
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Were you both holed up in that hotel room practicing voodoo |
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It'll come to you |
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Don't look back, it'll come to you |
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In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight |
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It'll come to you |
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And that business partner you took for every red cent |
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You can't even remember where all of that money went |
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Some on liquor and women, maybe a little rent |
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But as far as paying it back, buddy, you ain't made a dent |
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Yes they'll all be standin' 'round you in your sleep |
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Askin' for a promise you couldn't keep |
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'cause back when you were hollow inside |
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You were tryin' to puff yourself up with your own foolish pride |
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Now you're happily married with a wife and kids of you're own |
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But sometimes in the closet at night you can hear them rattlin' bones |
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Takin' bets on your future and your current postal zone |
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It's a spooky equation, but check out yourself, jack, you're the great unknown |
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