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Verse 1:Black faces pressed against the glass |
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Where the wind leaned its weight |
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Wind blows scars and top down cars |
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All share one western trait |
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Sadness leaks through tear stained cheeks |
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From winos to dime store Jews |
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Probably don't know they gave me |
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These late John Garfield blues |
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Verse 2:Midnight fell on Franklin street |
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The lamp bulbs's always broke |
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For the life of me i could not see |
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But i heard a brand new joke |
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Two man were standing on a bridge |
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One jumped and screamed you lose |
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Just left the odd man holding |
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These late John Garfield blues |
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Verse 3:I'm going away to the last resort |
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In a week or two real soon |
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Where the fish don't bite but once a night |
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In the dark light of the moon |
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Horses scream their nightmare dreams |
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And the dead men all wear shoes |
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'Cause everybody's dancing |
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These late John Garfield blues |
