It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you spit
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It freezes before it hits the ground
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And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar
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If he's out tonight he must be truly down
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And I'm searching all the windows for a last minute present
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To prove to you that what I said was real,
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For something small and frail and plastic, baby,
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'cause cheap is how I feel
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Half moon in the sky tonight, bright enough
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To come up with an answer
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To the question why is it that every time I see you
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My love grows a little stronger
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But your memory leaves my stomach churning,
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Feeling like a lie about to be revealed,
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But I'll horde all this to myself
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'cause cheap is how I feel
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It's not the smell in here that gets to me it's the lights
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I hate the shadows that they cast,
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And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
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I'll always drag with me from my past
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I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into
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And maybe strike a deal
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Your body for my soul, fair swap
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`cause cheap is how I feel
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'Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
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| Cowboy Junkies |
