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Would you love me |
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If I told you I was born upstream |
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If I told you I come from money |
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White money |
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Would you love me |
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Would you love me |
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Well, I was born down |
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By a bad little river in a poor town |
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Where an indian-giver put a board out |
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It said "Boarding House" |
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Call him Scarecrow |
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He kept whores around |
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And I'd go there |
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I'd wait my turn on the broke stairs |
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And get me the girl with the gold hair |
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Aw yeah, leave your clothes there |
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On the folding chair |
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In that cold room |
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Your breath would twist just like ghosts do |
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You said, "Call me Dorothy in red shoes" |
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And the bed moved |
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The bed moved |
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The bed moved |
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Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight |
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Well, the man would come in |
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It's hard living right giving head when |
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The sad days of winter have set in |
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And the medicine for an addict is heroin |
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I'd find you there in the bath |
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We'd cook up your shit in a tin can |
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And you started calling me Tin Man |
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And we started making plans to begin again |
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Begin again |
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You saved a C note |
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Told me you felt like a seagull |
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Told me to meet at the depot |
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With the needle, then maybe we'd go |
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To Reno |
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Where you'd be my desert dove |
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And we'd find a way to make better love |
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Said, "Baby, that's how the West was won" |
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And the blood-red sun |
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Yeah, the blood-red sun |
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And the blood-red sun |
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Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight |
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Well, the man cries, |
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"Who gives a damn when a tramp dies?" |
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But I loved you there in the lamp light |
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With your bare thighs |
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And the halo of your hair alive |
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And all my lifelong |
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I'll never shake off your siren song |
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And all of your talk about dying young |
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With an iron lung and that crazy way |
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You said, "Simon, |
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I think I might stay here with Scarecrow tonight |
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Simon, I think I'm gonna stay here with Scarecrow tonight." |