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I thought to leave your bed |
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For the street was as simple as saying goodbye |
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I couldn't see how blind a man can be |
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Lord, how quickly life can fly. |
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As the lines in my face grow deeper |
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And the well of my soul runs dry |
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I find that I drink more and more |
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From the memories of you and I. |
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The taste of fame is fire to me no more |
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The tension and hunger are gone |
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All I have left are money in the game |
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I'm a prisoner too low I'm on. |
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As the lines in my face grow deeper |
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And the well of my soul runs dry |
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I find that I drink more and more |
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From the memories of you and I. |
