| Spark a dog-end roll up smoke
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| Before you turn to dust
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| Got a lot of real good friends
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| But no one you can trust
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| She draws you like a siren
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| To the accident once more
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| You’re lying in your good intent
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| And you just ask for more
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| And you’ve been usuing up your lucky days two at a time
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| The way this town can beat you down is such a crime
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| Such a jealous mistress
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| She knows when you’re on the bone
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| Your accomplice and your witness
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| But you sold your ticket home
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| Like a bottle or a friend
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| When you hit bottom don’t bother crying
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| All good things come to an end
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| But the bad ones seem to take their time
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| And you’ve been using up your lucky days two at a time
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| The way this town can beat you down is such a crime
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| She speaks in contradictions
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| That can knock you to the floor
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| Satisfaction’s her addiction
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| And she’ll burn you to like a whore
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| Like a bottle or a friend
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| When you hit bottom don’t bother crying
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| All good things come to an end
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| But the bad ones seem to take their time
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| And you’ve been using up your lucky days two at a time
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| There was a man you could have been but he’s broken inside
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| And you’ve been using up your lucky days two at a time
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| The way this town can beat you down is such a crime |