Hey boys. I've come a long way
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Along in the sun and the rain
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What am I doing here? No-star hotel
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Wasting my wealth,
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telling myself to go to hell
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Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob
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Do not disturb sign hangin' on the door knob
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Brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage
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My cruelty is dependable
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and my ugliness is rugged
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Smoke still slow dances out of my barrel
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In the distance I can hear a kid
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singing a Christmas carol
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And this is terrible, gorgeous and sinister
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The pillow still smells like the secrets of my visitor
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Nobody needs to know about this kind of thing
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Blood on my back from the attack of her diamond ring
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Me of all people, my mind's in a tail-spin
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I'm just a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman
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Part of me feels like dirt, the rest doesn't know
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She said I'm a way better lover than her husband
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I've had a whole lot of fights
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Along in the sun and rain
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Where am I going? Backwards to nowhere
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In another man's shoes instead of my own pair
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I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call
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I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball
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I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers
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Lookin' at myself in the mirror,
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I'm at a loss for words
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I'm good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda
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Holding my face in my hands like fine China...
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I've seen a whole lot of towns
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Along in the sun and rain
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We met up again, went undercover literally
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I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy
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Physics and photography, a little
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Russian history
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Everything about her to me was such a mystery
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I gave her the once over,
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she gave me the blood blister
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She had no idea that I was fallin' in love with her
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Call me mister. Crucial inspiration
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All she wanted was my lust and useful information
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What am I putting myself thru this crap for?
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Feels like I'm standing on top of a trap door
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Lost at sea, tangled up in golden hair
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Scavenger-hunter my life is like a folding chair
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My daily routine is down to a system
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I give regular people truth and wisdom
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That's what I do -it's my job- the prophet/profit
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I can see the future and make money off it...
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I've kissed a whole lot of lips
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Along in the sun and rain
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Drunk Without Drinking
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| Buck 65 |
