| Chasing my excuses to the end of the night
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| Tried to make a friend, but it ended with a fight
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| I don’t know why and I don’t know when
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| But my keys have found a way to lock me out again
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| Sleeping on the subway in my interview tie
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| Wander through the rain, sit and wonder why
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| I haven’t got a plan, I haven’t got a clue
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| I’ve only got one lonely thing that’s gonna see me through
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| I’ve got my little black ache (What you got?)
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| I’ve got my little black ache (What you got?)
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| I’ve got my little black ache (What you got?)
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| My little black ache won’t fade
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| Lovely little girl, crowded little place
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| I swear on this old Bible that I’ve never seen her face
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| She talks like I know what she’s talking about
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| Somewhere there’s a door that’s got to let me out
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| Hello, sleepless soul I’m a passing on the street
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| Know that like me you only rest on your feet
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| I know I had some friends, I can almost hear their names
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| Now I got one lonely thing and no on left to blame
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| I’ve got my little black ache. |
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