| Skin and bones, you never did come home
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| Crashing on my heart through the telephone
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| I remember the tall grass waving
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| In past lives, old poems
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| I must have lived a lifetime without you
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| You must’ve ended up somebody’s angel
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| I remember you loving the radio
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| New waves, and old stones
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| Hey, hey little Tommy gun
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| I guess we’re never gonna end up the lucky ones
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| If I never see you again
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| Have a round on me love, hallelujah, nobody wins
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| The queen is gone, she died from a sad song
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| I lost most of myself pleasing everyone
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| I had to learn how to begin again
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| It’s alright, move on
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| Hey, hey little Tommy gun
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| I guess we’re never gonna end up the lucky ones
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| If I never see you again
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| Have a round on me love, hallelujah, nobody wins
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| (Hallelujah) But have a round on your friend
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| (Hallelujah) If I never see you again
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| (Hallelujah) Have a round on your friend
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| And hey, hey little Tommy gun
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| I guess we’re never gonna end up the lucky ones
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| And if I never see you again
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| Have a round on me love, hallelujah
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| And hey, hey pretty baby
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| I still remember you driving me crazy
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| And if I never see you again
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| Have a round on me love, hallelujah, nobody wins
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| (Hallelujah) And nobody wins
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| (Hallelujah) And nobody wins
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| (Hallelujah) If I never see you again
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| (Hallelujah) You can blame it on the wind |