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Front Street |
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Ain't no place for a boy, who |
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Likes to talk ways that boys do |
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Unstrung |
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Young, dumb, comfortably numb |
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I am- |
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Old as the star who bears you |
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Black as the bitch who wears you, tears you |
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Rips you apart and then turns it around |
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Come on feel me |
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I ain't only one |
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When it comes apart |
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We're gonna have some fun, son |
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Give me five minutes |
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With your sweetest sweet tea |
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If she's as fine as your missus |
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Then she's fine enough for me |
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A rod out the window |
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A suburban street |
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And I ain't slept since Monday |
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Jump in and ride, we got deadlines to meet |
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People to use |
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Lovers to break |
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Handful of pills |
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No life to take |
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River too cold |
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Oven too hot |
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Bridge a one hundred and fifty foot drop |
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But there was a day I could say that I loved you |
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Early one evening I cut through Longview |
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Lifted you up, then you turned it around |
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Here on Front Street |
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All the good girls and their boys know |
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Down in the mine there are diamonds |
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Down on the street walk the lifeless |
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And now I know that you're through with me |
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Can I tell you, my love, dead honestly? |
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Life is shame and your hands are stained |
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Walk in chains and change your name |
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Go where you go, but forget me not |
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Take a memory too, if it's all you got |
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Chase your pain with a shot of rain |
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Dig with a spade or a razor blade |
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Come on feel me now |
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I ain't only one |
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When it comes apart |
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We're gonna have some fun, son |
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Come on feel me now |
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I ain't only one |
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When it comes apart |
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We're gonna have some fun, son |
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We're gonna have some fun, son |
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We're gonna have some fun, son |
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We're gonna have some fun, son |
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Young, dumb, comfortably numb |
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Give me five minutes |
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Give me five minutes with your sweetest sweet tea |
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If she's as fine as your missus |
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Then she's fine enough for me |
