A worn out joke to keep the flies away
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Carried it this far
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Got the west side winds to keep it steady
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We bury the hatchets we find
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Could carry that heavy load
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If I really thought it would matter
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Farcical hair appears
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As a blind side, clean the slate
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Working in the halls of shame
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Lay it down in full view
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Lay it down
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What the hell were we thinking
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Before the fire burned out?
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I can't find you now
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And I didn't know you then
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Loneliness drinks the bitters
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Till the cold winds warm again
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It's a feel for the game
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Mouth open wide, screams and hollers
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Working in the halls of shame
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Lay it down in full view
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Lay it down
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I gambled once and won, never made a dollar
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And beauty fades to grey
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And I pray the very best will guard her
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And provide the way
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It's a telltale sign
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When it's chairs up, and time to go
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Working in the halls of shame
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Lay it down in full view
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Lay it down
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Slate
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| Uncle Tupelo |
