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(Warren Zevon) |
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I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks |
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And wait for the Double "E" |
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But the railroad don't run no more |
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Poor, poor pitiful me |
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Poor, poor pitiful me |
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Poor, poor pitiful me |
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These young girls won't let me be |
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Lord have mercy on me |
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Woe is me |
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Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood |
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I ain't naming names |
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She really worked me over good |
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She was just like Jesse James |
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She really worked me over good |
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She was a credit to her gender |
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She put me through some changes, Lord |
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Sort of like a Waring blender |
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Poor, poor pitiful me |
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Poor, poor pitiful me |
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These young girls won't let me be |
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Lord have mercy on me |
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Woe is me |
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Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar |
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She asked me if I'd beat her |
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She took me back to the Hyatt House |
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I don't want to talk about it |
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Poor, poor pitiful me |
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Poor, poor pitiful me |
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These young girls won't let me be |
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Lord have mercy on me |
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Woe is me |
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(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre` |
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Down in Yokahama |
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She picked me up and she throwed me down |
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I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama") |
