I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty
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Pour 'em and lay me on down
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I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty
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Pour 'em and lay me on down.
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There's nothing but windmills and smokestacks
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As far as these two eyes can see
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My world is crammed into this backpack
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Sleep don't come easy to me.
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Man, I gotta get back to the city
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And get back to poundin' that beat
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This long list of failures ain't pretty
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The smell of these trees ain't that sweet.
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Fuck all that's happened before this
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I'll do all my looking ahead
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I'll do all my living and drinking
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And sleep if off after i'm dead.
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These are the last days of disco, the final farewell
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The fiddle is playing, that's the fire you smell.
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Goodbye, goodbye....... I'm going home.
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Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home
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| The Falcon |
