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Chasing my excuses to the end of the night |
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Tried to make a friend, but it ended with a fight |
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I don't know why and I don't know when |
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But my keys have found a way to lock me out again |
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Sleeping on the subway in my interview tie |
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Wander through the rain, sit and wonder why |
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I haven't got a plan, I haven't got a clue |
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I've only got one lonely thing that's gonna see me through |
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I've got my little black ache (What you got?) |
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I've got my little black ache (What you got?) |
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I've got my little black ache (What you got?) |
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My little black ache won't fade |
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Lovely little girl, crowded little place |
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I swear on this old Bible that I've never seen her face |
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She talks like I know what she's talking about |
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Somewhere there's a door that's got to let me out |
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Hello, sleepless soul I'm a passing on the street |
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Know that like me you only rest on your feet |
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I know I had some friends, I can almost hear their names |
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Now I got one lonely thing and no on left to blame |
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I've got my little black ache . . . |
