Children, Broadripple is burning
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And the girls are getting sick
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Off huffing glue up in the bathroom
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While their boyfriends pick up chicks.
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And darling I'm lost.
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I heard you whispering
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That night in fountain square.
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The trashed filled streets made me wish we were heading home.
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There was love inside the basement
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Where that woman used to lie
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In a sleeping bag we shared upon
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The floor almost every night.
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Oh, darling I'm drunk,
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And everything that I had loved has turned to stone.
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So pack your bags and come back home.
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And I'm wasted.
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You can taste it.
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Don't look at me that way,
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'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope.
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I will haunt you like a ghost.
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If my woman was a fire,
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She'd burn out before I wake,
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And be replaced by pints of whiskey,
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Cigarettes, and outer space.
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Then somebody moves
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And everything you thought you had has gone to shit.
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Well, we've got a lot.
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Don't ever forget that.
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And I wrote this on airplane where the people looked like ants.
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And when a woman that you loved was gone,
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She was bombing East Japan.
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Don't fucking move,
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'Cause everything you thought you had will go to shit.
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We've got a lot.
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Don't you dare forget that.
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And I'm wasted.
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You can taste it.
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Don't look at me that way,
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'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope.
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I will haunt you like a ghost.
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And I'm wasted.
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You can taste it.
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Don't look at me that way,
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'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope.
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I will haunt you like a ghost.
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Broadripple Is Burning
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| Margot And The Nuclear So And So's |
