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She's drunk enough when she is sober |
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She don't need no alcohol |
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Don't need no artificial means |
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No amphetamines to cause her to fall |
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She's like the rain in the middle of sunlight |
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Leaves you confused, but still reborn |
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I've been up all night, havin' a ball |
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Starin' at the view of my brick wall in slow New York |
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I heard that creaking in the hallway |
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I wiped my eyes and turned on the light |
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I took some medicine from the shelf |
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Just a bad influence on myself when you're out of sight |
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I thought she asked me for the world once |
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All she wanted was some comfort and nothing more |
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But like the morning's on Monday |
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These things are colored gray in slow New York |
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And if you go back to the night |
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We'll go by the Sunday times |
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A little salt, a couple lines to beat the heat |
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You're gonna swear, I make 'em better |
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Than the Mexicans on Remington Street |
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Took the latch off of the front gate |
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I hid the key up over the door |
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If you wanna come home like you once said |
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I'm still on the same side of the bed in slow New York |
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If you wanna come home like you once said |
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I'm still on the same side of the bed in slow New York |
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Slow New York |
