| We were right as rain in the front porch swing
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| Dying for open ears
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| I need a hand that fits, I need some skin to slip
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| Some sleeves that I can wear
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| Dragged along through spring with no sway
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| Can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t sing
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| Every move I make is cautious
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| I’m such a waste
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| We were up all night, we had the city and rain
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| We were up all night, I’m coming again
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| Sharing drags of 9s and sips of gin, blonde to brown
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| We can get back again, we can get back again
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| We’re not made of money, we don’t talk or laugh
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| We can plant a garden, we get it back
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| We were up all night, we had the city and rain
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| We were up all night, Oh, I’m coming again
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| I’m coming again, I’m coming again
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| I’m coming again, woah oh, woah oh
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| We’re not made of money, we don’t talk or laugh
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| We can plant a garden, we get it back
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| We were up all night, we had the city and rain
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| We were up all night, Oh, I’m coming again
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| I’m coming again, I’m coming again
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| I’m coming again |