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I hear your shoes sigh on the floor |
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You're drunk on rum poached agony |
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Love's a sheet with cigarette burns |
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Countless lessons never learned |
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I pour my thoughts in a coffee cup, yeah |
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Then I watch my fame go down the drain |
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I sit back and I put up my feet, yeah |
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While you're still searching for Mercy Street |
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Box me in a jeweled bin |
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In the backyard of your heart |
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Never know what you will gain |
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Chocolate stains or stomach pain |
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I found Jesus in a coffee cup, yeah |
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But now my fame goes down the drain |
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I sit back and I put up my feet, yeah |
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While you're still searching for Mercy Street |
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You read Hesse and I think wine |
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Hope you have a real good time |
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And you say that you have tried |
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Trashy smiles and cardboard lies |
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I hear your shoes sigh on the floor |
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You're drunk on rum poached agony |
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Love's a sheet with cigarette burns |
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Countless lessons never learned |
