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Black faces pressed against the glass |
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Where rain has pressed it's weight |
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Wind blown scarves in 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 give me |
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These late john garfield blues |
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Midnight fell on franklin street |
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And the lamppost bulbs were 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 men were standing upon a bridge |
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One jumped and screamed you lose |
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And just left the odd man holding |
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Those late john garfield blues |
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An old man sleeps with his conscience at night |
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Young kids sleep with their dreams |
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While the mentally ill sit perfectly still |
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And live through life's in-betweens |
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I'm going away to the last resort |
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In week or two real soon |
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Where the fish don't bite but once a night |
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By the cold light of the moon |
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The horses scream- the nightmares dream |
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And the dead men all wear shoes |
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'cause everybody's dancin' |
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Those late john garfield blues |
