It gets loneliest at night.
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Down at the liquor store.
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Beneath the neon sky.
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Our moonlight.
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Six A.M., the floor comes alive with lice.
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The pan's dried up so tight.
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With hardened beans.
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We're hungry.
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So I lean on you sometimes.
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Just to see you're still there.
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Your feet can't take the weight of one.
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Much less two.
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We hit concrete.
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How were we born into this mess?
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I know I painted you a prettier picture, baby.
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But we were run out on a rail.
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Fell from the wagon to the night train.
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I kissed the bottle.
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I should've been kissing you.
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You wake up to an empty night.
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With tears for two.
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Cigarettes they fill the gaps.
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In our empty days.
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In our broken teeth.
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We're jonesing.
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Say mister, can you spare a dime?
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Some change could make a change.
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Could buy some time.
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Some freedom.
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Or an ear to hear my story.
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It's all I've got. My fiction
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beats the hell out of my truth.
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A palm upturned burnt blue.
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Don't call it sunburn.
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You've been shaking on the job.
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Just one drink ahead of your past.
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There's a white light coming up.
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You draw the blinds hoping it'll pass.
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I kissed the bottle.
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I should've been kissing you.
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You wake up to an empty night.
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With tears for two.
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I kissed the bottle.
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I should've been kissing you.
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You wake up to an empty night.
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With tears for two.
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I kissed the bottle.
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I should've been kissing you.
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You wake up to an empty night.
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With tears for two.
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Kiss the Bottle
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Foo Fighters |