| Got my rockin' down, got my headaches too
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| I got my second thoughts and my reckon oughts and my if I do’s
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| I got my new brogans and a basement view
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| I got my late at nights and my bill of rights I make it hard to lose
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| And if I had a dime for every time I held you tight
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| I’d be the richest man you’ve ever spent
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| But if I had a nickel for each time you smiled tonight
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| I’d be lucky to go home with thirty cents
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| I used to paint the town on a graveyard shift
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| But that malignancy had a tendency to make your brush turn stiff
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| So I set those times and my own small ways
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| On a one way train down your basic drain like it was lemonade
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| And now I only cry about once a year
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| I make it late at night just like a satellite that no one ever hears
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| I just pretend you called and told me you were blue
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| That I drink all night is just an oversight I make it hard to lose
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| And if I had a dime for every time I held you tight
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| I’d be the richest man you’ve ever spent
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| But if I had a nickel for each time you smiled tonight
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| I’d be lucky to go home with thirty cents
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| Honey, I’d be lucky to go home with thirty cents |