I might have wound up in L.A. panning for gold
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Found me a woman to warm up with when the water got cold
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But I heard that there ain't no gold there
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There's just line upon line of cocaine
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I've been there once and I ain't gonna go there again
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I stopped believing in true love when Reagan was king
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The years have gone by now and the years haven't changed anything
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Trying like hell to get better
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But I'm gearing myself for the worst
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The punk rock will get you if the government don't get you first
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I'm gonna write down my name in the lady's room stall
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Find me a pay phone and place a few calls
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I'm gonna try not to fall down when I'm singing for y'all
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I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
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I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
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My advice is to not let us boys in
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For we chose misery as our rock
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Misery must love all the new friends that she's got
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I'm gonna write down my name in the lady's room stall
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Find me a pay phone and pay for it all
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I'm gonna try not to fall down when I'm singing for y'all
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I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
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I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
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I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
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I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
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Dressing Room Walls
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Old 97's |