| Someday when I’m not broke
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| I’ll kiss my boys goodbye
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| Their embroidered handkerchiefs waving me off
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| Someday when I’m not broke
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| I’ll kiss my boys goodbye
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| Their embroidered handkerchiefs waving me off
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| Djuna the boys aren’t ok
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| They make me regress and forget my aim
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| Need to get them out of my way
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| Can you support me in this?
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| I remember second time I saw them
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| Still long before they were mine
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| They were deep in eachothers' eyes
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| Stepping in they didn’t seem to see me
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| As I tried to leave they looked my way
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| Ans whispered «stay»
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| I have stayed a hundred times
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| I’ve been soaking up their velvet crimes
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| They’ve made me come
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| They’ve had me shine
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| And lately they’ve made me sigh
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| Last night when I was out I bought myself a drink
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| Opened the memories and violence poured out
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| Last night when I was out I bought myself a drink
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| Opened the memories and violence poured out
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| Djuna, things aren’t right
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| I didn’t make it through the night
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| I got into a fight and was hit by a man
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| Listened to the songs you didn’t send
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| I loved the order you would have put them in
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| Djuna, tell me it’s a piece of cake
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| A piece of art and a hell to raise
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| Some day when I’m not broke
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| I’ll buy you a diamond ring
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| And we’ll celebrate our love
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| Until death comes |