I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance
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I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents
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And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene
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My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans
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I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street
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I still sing the blues with the dogs
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And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire
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That's been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry
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I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again
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I never felt right and never fit in
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Walking in my own skin
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Now I got scars like the number of stars, my mind's full of vipers
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I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers
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Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth
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It's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist
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I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth
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Over and over without relief
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And I got nothing for you darling but a story to tell
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About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell
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I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again
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I never felt right and never fit in
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Walking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart
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I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark
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I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night
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Say a prayer for my soul, Senorita
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Because I've been dying out here in the cold and the snow
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I've got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home
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On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night
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Say a prayer for my soul, Senorita
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Wherefor Art Thou, Elvis?
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
