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Children broadripple is burning |
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And the girls are getting sick |
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Off huffin' glue up in the bathroom |
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While your boyfriends pick up chicks |
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And darling, |
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I'm lost, |
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I heard you whispering |
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That night in |
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Fountain Square |
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The trash-filled streets made me wish |
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We were headed home |
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And there was love inside the basement |
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Where that woman used to lie |
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In a sleeping bag we shared |
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Upon the floor most every night |
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And darling, |
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I'm drunkAnd everything that |
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I have loved has turned to stone |
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So pack your bags and come back home |
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And I'm wasted, you can taste it |
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Don't look at me that way' |
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Cause I'll be hanging from a rope |
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I will haunt you like a ghost |
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And if my woman was a fire |
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She'd burn out before |
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I wakeAnd be replaced by pints of whiskey |
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Cigarettes and outer space |
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Then somebody moves |
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And everything you thought you had to go to shit |
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But we've got a lot, don't ever forget that |
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And I wrote this on an airplane |
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Where the people looks like eggs |
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And when a woman that you loved is gone |
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She was bombing east |
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JapanAnd don't fucking move' |
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Cause everything you thought you had to go to shit |
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We've got a lot, don't you dare forget that |
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And I'm wasted, you can taste it |
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Don't look at me that way' |
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Cause I'll be hanging from a rope |
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I will haunt you like a ghost |
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And I'm wasted, you can taste it |
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Don't look at me that way' |
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Cause I'll be hanging from a rope |
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I will haunt you like a ghost |
