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Well, she breezed on through my hotel room |
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Like an interstate truck in the rain |
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She said she cut her teeth on Skinny Jim's |
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There ain't no scales mapping out just what I think |
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She spun me a real good story |
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Never let the truth get in the way |
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That's the reason I'm still standin' here today |
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Said she came on down from the north-west of town |
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In a '63 Holden EJ |
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With potato from Kentucky and a fresh pack of Luckys |
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And a Bowie compilation tape |
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She spun me a real good story |
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Never let the truth get in the way |
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That's the reason I'm still standin' here |
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Reason I'm still standin' here |
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Reason I'm still standin' here today |
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C'mon David Bowie! |
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I left my brains in Hong Kong |
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Left my wallet in a two-dollar shirt |
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I remember every goddamn minute with you |
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Like a minute in a movie that hurts |
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I listened to a real good story |
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Never questioned anything |
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The sweet girl said |
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That's the reason I'm still standin' here |
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The reason she's still standin' here |
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Reason we're still standin' here today |
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C'mon man! |
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I listened to a real good story |
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Never questioned anything |
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The sweet girl said |
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That's the reason I'm still standin' here |
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The reason she's still standin' here |
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Reason we're still standin' here today |
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Damn straight! |