Broken down relations, beaten up guitars
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Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars
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Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst
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Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks
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Junkyard blues sound familiar
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I'm never alone
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Always remind me of home
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One of a dozen covered with stains
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Blistered and stinking was all that remained
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Cannibalised machines, mysterious bones
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Unwanted contents of anonymous homes
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Thos junkyard blues sound familiar
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Take me back
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Always remind me of home
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Mangy old dog scratching in the dust
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Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust
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All this stuff was good for something
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But here it is now, good for nothing
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Junkyard blues sound familiar
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I'm never alone
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Always remind me of home
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Junkyard Blues
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| Deep Purple |
