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( lancaster ) |
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Sitting by a broken window |
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Up in a back room swallowing wine |
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Gazing down a backstreet garden |
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With my bed chair table and wine |
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Looks like i'm going no where but no where's where i am |
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Guess i'll always be a backstreet broken man |
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Oooh broken man, oh yeah, broken man |
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Calling out my name and number |
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As i was walking out of my cell |
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Louie gave me back my wallet |
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He nearly dropped my picture of nell |
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Drinking gets you nowhere but nowhere's where i am |
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Guess i'll always be a backstreet broken man |
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Oooh broken man, oh yeah, backstreet broken man |
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Early on a sunday morning |
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As i was walking on down the lane |
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Someone said, i beg your pardon |
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And i was sure i knew her name |
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She was going somewhere but nowhere's where i ran |
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Guess i'll always be a backstreet broken man |
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Oooh that's where i am |
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Guess i'm gonna stay a backstreet broken man |
