Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
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Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down.
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You wear a dress, baby, and I'll wear a tie.
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We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky
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All your scribbled lovedreams, are lost or thrown away,
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Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day
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Our love needs a transfusion so let's shoot it full of wine
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Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin'in your line.
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New Coat Of Paint
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| Tom Waits |
