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Me and you used to be like brothers |
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On the nights we got drunk to each other |
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You know me, |
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I used to have some wit |
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It ended up in a shit-filled sandpit |
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We come from across the border |
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We drink the six mile water |
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This mongrel needs a new home |
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This mongrel needs a new home |
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That time when things got better |
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We'd take trips across the wire |
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Like the night we took the mad acid |
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Swore we saw the city hall on fire |
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We come from across the border |
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We drink the six mile water |
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This mongrel needs a new home |
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This mongrel needs a new home |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorryI'm sorry, but |
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I'm not ready for home |
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Bukowski Day, |
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I'm gonna miss it |
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We'd get together each month for a day |
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All the memories |
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I have are |
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Decked out in |
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Presbyterian gray |
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We came from across the border |
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We drank the six mile water |
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This mongrel needs a new home |
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This mongrel needs a new home |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorryI'm sorry, but |
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I'm not ready for home |
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Now, me and you don't talk of one another |
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It never really started out that way |
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I always meant to write you a letter |
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I always meant to call you some day |
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We came from across the water |
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We drank the six mile water |
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This mongrel needs a new home |
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This mongrel needs a new home |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorryI'm sorry, but |
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I'm not ready for home |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorryI'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry |
