| Hole in my head can’t sleep for dreaming
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| I’ll be checking out some day
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| No shades of red no room for breathing
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| No regrets no hours away
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| This jukebox won’t play no Sinatra
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| It just curses all night long
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| There’s no easy spoken mantra
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| Put me back where I belong
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| Late night parades a dreamers nightmare
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| And the boys are closing in
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| She’s got no good reason to be there
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| But her choices all seem slim
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| Well chaos reigns in this old thumb screw
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| Baffled lines of hers and his
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| Oh shangri la why can’t I find you
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| And your faded promises?
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| I’ve seen it in your eyes, a wanted man’s disguise
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| And a million bad highs
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| The lights have all gone red
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| The 4am dread
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| Then you made sense like the star that you are
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| Oh shangri la
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| One vicious love after another
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| A pointless nose, and shotgun shoes
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| Would someone please show me some other
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| Place to hang these dead boy blues
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| The landlord won’t place me an order
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| Well he don’t think that I should sleep
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| His wife just sings me to the border
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| But I can’t think of her as cheap
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| I’ve seen it in her eyes, a wanted man’s disguise
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| And a million bad highs
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| The lights have all gone red
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| The 4am dread
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| Then you made sense like the star that you are
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| Oh shangri la… |