| A struck match faded like a nervous laugh
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| Beyond the halo of a naked bulb
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| And your low voice mingles with your other half’s
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| School friends in second-hand clothes
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| Eventually your world will shrink within 4 walls
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| Of neglected debts and stolen stereos
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| So move away Jimmy Blue
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| Before your small, small town turns around
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| And swallows you
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| A drunk mother was the cue
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| For the legendary things that you do
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| Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face
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| Behind the old glue factory too
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| So move away Jimmy Blue
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| Before your small, small town turns around
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| And swallows you and swallows you
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| Wet feet visit the same old places
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| Yeah finding nothing new
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| It’s a bin full of tissues from made-up faces
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| In a town full of nothing to do
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| A love match with the moon
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| In a lay by, while insects hum and
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| You got put in the darkness of a woman’s womb
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| Jimmy Blue, Jimmy Blue
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| So move away
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| Turn around and move away yeah
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| Move away Jimmy Blue
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| Before your small, small town
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| Turns around and swallows you |