| «It's my way or the subway.», the taxi driver said
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| But I had a king’s hangover the size of an elephant’s head
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| «…so you can either spend your 30 bucks
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| Or be here left for dead.»
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| The light turned red
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| I hadn’t seen her face since the Internet became a thing
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| I used to write her dirty letters
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| Sometimes she’d write back to me
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| We had sex on a brick wall of the public library
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| For all to see
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| In 93
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| And I’m not still drunk
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| I can say it with a straight face
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| That I still find love
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| On a TV in a dark place
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| And I know it’ll come
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| That feeling back to me
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| But until it does forgetting you is only a memory
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| Well she’s drinking less and smoking more
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| Looks good for her age
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| But I can tell there’s been some sad times
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| From the hard lines on her face
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| And just the way she said «I'll get the check»
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| I could tell she wasn’t used to that
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| And I fall victim to these serpentines
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| Their writhing bodies break my knees
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| I let them do just what they please
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| With me, it’s hard to fight
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| I swear upon my daddy’s grave
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| I can get it right
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| I still drive up and down the coast and people watch
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| Every now and again
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| See the backs of couple’s heads as they face the water
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| For the love they just fell in
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| Or the love one just fell out of
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| Brother I know where you’ve been
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| Where have I been?
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| Cause I’m still drunk
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| But I can say it with a straight face
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| That I still find love
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| Even with these lines on my face
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| And I know it’ll come
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| That feeling back to me
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| But until it does forgetting you is only a memory
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| Is only a memory
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| Only a memory |