| Here I am alone in an airport bar
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| Why? |
| I guess 'cause I don’t own a car
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| It’s Valentine’s day, I’m returning home from Berkley
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| Ain’t a damn thing none of y’all can do to hurt me
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| Unsober, laid over in Denver
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| The waitress could smell it the minute I entered
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| There’s seven shells losing their souls in here
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| Sporadically placed amongst scotch and beer
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| But there’s one woman in the back left corner
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| Who looks like she could really use a supporter
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| If only I could muster the strength to be a friend
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| Who knows how this adventure could end
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| Bend me up, slip me the tongue, shoot me down
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| Cut me loose, bury me, and piss on the ground
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| Can’t help but wonder, what’s over yonder
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| Don’t know if I can get down for too much longer
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| Everywhere I go I find at least one
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| And I bet it won’t die till the travellin’s done
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| For as long as I run, my heart holds a gun
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| Up to the side of my head, ride and die for the young
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| Nothing I said, nothing I said, meant a thing to you
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| It’s the sound of emotion enough
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| To make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that’s over my bed
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| But when I stop to climb the ladder that’s embedded in my heart
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| I start to question all the emotion in my head
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| Nothing I said, nothing I said, meant a thing to you
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| Hello darlin'. |
| You been waiting long for me? |