crooked heals on battered boots
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shoot down ragged miles
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i'm coming home
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i'm like a girl
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in all her rags
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and all her pearls
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i hear her talk
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through vicious teeth
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sing god is gone
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stop hanging on my sleeve
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and i can't speak
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and all of that will never please
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a hollow moon hung like a heart
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stars like dirty sparks
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on dirty seas
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and never seen
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and all of that
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and all of these
|
i hear her dust
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fall at her feet
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and christ and all his crows
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can't keep it neat
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so what of me
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and all that i don't wanna be
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a bitter taste
|
a bitter pill
|
says nothing's ever true
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and ever will become of me
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or make a sense of
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what i see
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on broken nerves
|
in ragged clothes
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eyes that never close
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stare back at me
|
and never see
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and holler names
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and follow me
|
what's written now
|
you can't erase
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and pages from my past
|
get in my way
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for one of why
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i make a stand
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or take a side
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Wedding
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| The Psychedelic Furs |
