| I cannot get a look at it so, I’m burning them on the deal anyway
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| I see her come down from the top of the stairs
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| I guess that I’d be cool, but there’s a tickle in my veins
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| I’ve been a real good tombstone, but now I’m blowing away
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| She is like an eye-blue swimming pool
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| But, she will never know that she is there
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| We sit together drunk like our fathers used to be
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| I’m looking up and God is saying, «What are you gonna do?»
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| I’m looking up and I’m crying, «I thought it was up to you!»
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| But now
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| She’s like heroin to me She’s like heroin to me She’s like heroin to me She cannot miss a vein
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| Don’t let her take her love to town they will never fill her heart
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| She needs a passion like her father’s used to be
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| I know, because I’m like the train shooting down the mainline
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| I know, because I’m like the Indian wind along the telegraph lines
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| And she’s like heroin to me She’s like heroin to me She’s like heroin to me She cannot miss a vein
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| So mainline it!
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| I cannot get a look at it So, I’m blowing back my trouble to the east
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| While we sit together sad like our fathers used to be
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| I know a perfect run by the sleep it puts in my heart
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| I know my special rider, I can feel her in the dark
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| She feels like heroin to me She feels like heroin to me She’s like heroin to me She cannot miss a vein |