(Benson/Falkner)
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This is only temporary
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These songs are my worst habits
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My looks and my skin and my temper
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In this town, this place I call my home
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Well it's me just purely
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And I promise I'll get back on track
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I'll get better so I can come home
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My looks and my skin and in my head
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In this town, this place I call my home
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Well it's me just purely
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And this cancer, it ain't terminal
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And this fetish for lovely creatures
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These songs are my bad luck
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This town, this place I call my home
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Well it's me just purely
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And all my crazy superstitions
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About living in the past
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This is my second and last gasp
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Well it's me just purely
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Oh and things are gonna turn around
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I can feel it right to my bones
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I will come home
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This town, this place i call my home
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Me just purely
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She was crooked and limp
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And her eyes half shut
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And her dirty mouth was open
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Just a little
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Me Just Purely
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| Brendan Benson |
