| Children, Broadripple is burning
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| And the girls are getting sick
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| Off huffing glue in the bathroom
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| While your boyfriends pick up chicks
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| And darling, I’m lost
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| I heard you whispering that night in Fountain Square
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| Trash-filled streets made you wish you were headed home
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| There was love inside the basement
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| Where that woman used to lie
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| In a sleeping bag we shared
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| Upon the floor almost every night
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| And darling I’m drunk
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| And everything that I have loved has turned to stone
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| So pack your bags and come back home
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| And I’m wasted, you can taste it
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| Don’t look at me that way
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| Cause I’ll be hanging from a rope
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| I will haunt you like a ghost
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| If my woman was a fire
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| She’d burn out before I wake
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| And be replaced by pints of whiskey
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| Cigarettes and outer space
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| Then somebody moves
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| And everything you thought you had has gone to shit
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| We got a lot, don’t ever forget that
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| And I wrote this on an airplane
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| Where the people looked like eggs
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| And when a woman that you love is gone
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| She was bombing East Japan
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| And don’t fucking move
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| Because everything you thought you had will go to shit
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| We got a lot, don’t you dare forget that
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| And I’m wasted, you can taste it
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| Don’t look at me that way
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| Cause I’ll be hanging from a rope
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| I will haunt you like a ghost
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| And I’m wasted, you can taste it
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| Don’t look at me that way
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| Cause I’ll be hanging from a rope
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| I will haunt you like a ghost |