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A truck parked this morning- outside the grocery store |
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Friends face the future- they're wearing summer clothes |
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Great cosmic forces- like falling dominoes |
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I love talking funny- it's the only song |
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I knowSweet smart and sexy- the day my life began |
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Burnt out and damaged- |
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I dragged my body home |
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This slice is runny- it's dripping down my clothes |
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Flies stick to honey- it's the only game they know |
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Poor Boy-I walk into the river in my hat and shoes |
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Poor Boy-I'm sittin at the table with a knife and spoon |
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Life fast die happy- don't let your panties show |
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They trust market forces- it's the only song they know |
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So come and rock my soul- where sin and sorry lie |
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White horses carry me- unto the other side |
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Poor Boy- |
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I'm livin in a country where my thoughts are cold |
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Poor Boy- |
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I'm waitin for the harvest of the seeds |
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I sowA flower in the night- with thoughts of days gone by |
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I've got to ring that bell- and |
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I'll be satisfied |
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Poor Boy- |
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I'm wearin silver slippers and a long white gown |
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Poor boy- |
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I picture in my mind the day the walls come down |
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Poor Boy- |
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I'm livin in a country where |
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I'm never free |
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Poor Boy- |
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I'm writing down the names of all the things |
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I see- |
