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When you're walking in the street |
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Spoiling for a fight |
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Hoping for a miracle |
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And there's no miracle in sight |
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Registerin' zero |
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'Cause you're bombed out on the blues, |
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You feel like some bad story |
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In yesterday's news. |
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It make you wanna make lay face down |
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On the grass so brown |
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Where the sun beats down |
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On the bakin' ground. |
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To find sweet release |
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In endless sleep. |
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Endless sleep. |
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When you're hanging by a thread |
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Clutchin' at a straw, |
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Ain't got nothin' left |
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And the world keeps shoutin' more, more. |
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You haven't got an earthly |
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'Cause you're all bust up inside. |
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Nobody you can turn to this time |
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No place you can hide. |
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Makes you want to lay face down |
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On the grass so brown |
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Where the sun beats down |
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On the bakin' ground. |
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To find sweet release |
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In endless sleep. |
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Endless sleep. |
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Endless sleep. |
