I¡¯ve been reading books when no one¡¯s lookin¡¯
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I¡¯ve been listenin¡¯ to the sirens in the night
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Robert says I¡¯m goin' straight to hell, yeah
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If I hang around here I just might.
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And I¡¯d like to take some medicine
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And like to drink some wine
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I¡¯d like to wake up numb like all my friends
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There¡¯s a road to where I came from
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It gets longer all the time
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There¡¯s a road to where I¡¯m goin'
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It never ends
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And my moon, it always sways
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And my guitar always plays and plays
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Drowning in the days
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Drowning in the days
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Drowning in the days
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Drowning in the days
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I¡¯ve been writing fairy tales on postcards
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Writing down the story of my life
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Carrie says I make everything so hard
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Carrie says I¡¯m difficult; she¡¯s right.
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And I¡¯d like to take some medicine
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I¡¯d like to take you home
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I¡¯d like to get that woman off my mind
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Well I like your pouty lips
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I like your pert little bones
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But I¡¯m sleeping with the porcelain tonight
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And my cloud, it always rains
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Ken¡¯s feedback always fades
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Drowning in the days
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Drowning in the Days
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| Old 97's |
