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It gets loneliest at night |
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Down at the liquor store |
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Beneath the neon sky |
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The moonlight |
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Six a.m. the floor comes alive with lites |
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The pans dried up so tight |
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With hardened beans |
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And we're hungry |
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So i lean on you sometimes |
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Just to see you're still there |
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These feet cant take the weight of one |
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Much less two |
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We hit concrete |
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We were born into this mess |
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I know i painted you a prettier picture,baby |
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We were run out on a rail |
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Fell from the wagon to the night train |
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I kissed the bottle |
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I should've been kissing you |
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You wake up to an empty night |
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With tears for two |
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Cigarettes they fill the gaps |
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In our empty days |
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In our broken teeth |
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Say mister, can you spare a dime |
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Some change could make a change |
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Could buy some time |
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Some freedom |
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Or an ear to hear my story |
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It's all i've got |
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My fiction beats the hell out of my truth |
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A palm upturned burnt blue |
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Don't call it sunburn |
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You've been shaking on the job |
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Just one drink ahead of your past |
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There's a white light coming up |
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You draw the blinds hoping it'll pass |
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I kissed the bottle |
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I should've been kissing you |
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You wake up to an empty night |
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With tears for two |
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I kissed the bottle |
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I should've been kissing you |
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You wake up to an empty night |
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With tears for two |
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With tears for two |
