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I stick loneliness, your lips |
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And the two coins of your eyes |
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Into my pickets, yeah, hey |
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Well, the train skates into Port Henry |
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Late Sunday, alright |
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Sometimes when I'm riding high, feeling fine |
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You know there's something troubling, yeah |
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Troubling my mind |
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So I reach into my pocket for some |
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Small change |
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I reach into my pocket for some |
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Small change |
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I want bones like iron, blood like mercury |
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So I can tell you when I'm rising |
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When I'm sinking in, I'm sinking in |
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I'm sinking in, I'm sinking in |
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I reach into my pocket for some |
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Small change |
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I reach into my pocket for some |
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Small change, yeah |
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Gonna take it to the people, yeah, hey |
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We're gonna take it to the people, yeah, hey |
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We're gonna take it to the people, aha, yeah, hey |
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We're gonna take it to the people, aha, yeah, hey |
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Hey, let's drink from the cup, share some luck |
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Go ahead and laugh 'cause it don't cost much |
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No, no, don't, don't cost much |
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I stick loneliness, your lips |
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And the two coins of your eyes |
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Into my pockets, yeah, hey |
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I stick loneliness, your lips |
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And the two coins of your eyes |
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Into my pockets, yeah, hey |
