| There you go again, blowing smoke at some sucker
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| 'Cause you knew you could
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| And I’m sure he’s alright when he’s underneath the right light
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| And, hey, at least his hair looks good
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| All the downtown boys, they might make a little noise
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| But they all talk the same
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| And, sure, he could be the pretty thing at the end of your string
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| But he ain’t worth much more than his name
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| So if you wanna look lonesome, you better get it right
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| Hang your head and fade into another nowhere night
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| I did my time downtown and I’ll say this about time
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| It goes by
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| Back then it was just something that passed between
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| Feeling hungry and getting high
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| I used to walk around like they built the whole damn town
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| Up around me when my back was turned
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| But then the ground gave way and I spent a couple days
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| Face down in everything I had learned
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| There was no great revelation, there was no blinding light
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| I just stopped sinking in to those nowhere nights
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| So I left downtown with the stains of lust and the shards of love
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| Still covering my feet
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| And I read the book of longing and I followed the parade
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| Back down to boogie street
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| Now, I’d speak of my despair and the pulse that isn’t there
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| But it just wouldn’t be the truth
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| 'Cause most of the time I can fall asleep just fine
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| And I don’t even wonder about you
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| We can talk about it now but I was never one to fight
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| It feels about as desperate as those nowhere nights
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| And you made up your mind
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| You’re gonna be the downtown darling
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| You might as well throw yourself into it, honey
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| Make it your calling
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| You can keep your friends amused with all the ugly words you use
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| When you start to describe
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| All the different shades of blue that came crashing down on you
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| When you were nothing to me but the meantime
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| If you got any pride left, honey, you’d better keep it out of sight
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| Or you’re gonna lose it out there in those nowhere nights |