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Well the stars are falling and the night's rolling up |
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The clocks are all twisted and the bar's in knots |
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We're dirty, we're spent and we're quick like money |
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And if it wasn't so true, well, it might be funny |
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You're a chump, you're a fake, you're a soft hollowed fist |
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You're whatever went wrong, you're a populist |
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Yeah, just last night I saw you creeping around |
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So vacant, so lost, talking too loud |
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Still all I need is a little bit of luck |
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A con that cons and a good haircut |
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Still all I need is a little bit of luck |
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The kind that comes with a good haircut |
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Some time ago I was as sharp as a nail |
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We rolled through the desert, we lowered the sails |
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When life came on like a cough or the flu |
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I was terrified I knew I'd lose you |
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Still all I need is a good haircut |
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A con that cons and a little bit of luck |
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Still all I need is a whole lot of luck |
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The kind that comes with a good haircut |
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A good haircut |
