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Have seen them raise an eye, I'm comin' home |
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Seedy and crawlin', seven years or more |
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Now you know where I'm goin' |
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A beautiful shade of blue and pale |
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A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale |
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Stop your cryin', stop your cryin' |
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Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with... |
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My motor, my thrills, I needed my space |
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My prison, my drugs, let's go to my place |
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Ain't been there lately |
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Ain't been there lately |
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Ain't been there lately-there's no room |
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Well I sacrificed the all the people |
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That were killin' me and since gone away |
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Three of them murdered, two livin' |
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Now even God's gone, not much left to say |
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If there's a day you wanna come by |
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Everybody knows I'll just be sittin' here |
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Drop on by now, let's get high now |
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The reverend reminded me your redemption can be paid with... |
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My motor, my thrills, I needed my space |
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My prison, my drugs, let's go to my place |
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Ain't been there lately |
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Ain't been there lately |
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Ain't been there lately-there's no room |
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Ain't been there lately |
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Ain't been there lately |
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Ain't been there lately |
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Ain't been there lately, lately |
