| I’d kill for a cigarette now
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| But that’s a different story
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| I’ve had some real fine times, some real fine times
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| I’ve also had my share of nightmares
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| But who hasn’t, who hasn’t?
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| A lot of times I’m happy
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| Sometimes I get a bit too happy
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| So happy I could feel my nerves turn into burning wires
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| The smell of smoke scares people sometimes
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| Sometimes I’m just so happy I could die
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| You know I’ve got to, got to have my fun
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| I’ve had my heart broken on a few occasions
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| Some by pass (?), some by being in the wrong location
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| It gets easy, you can smell a common (?)
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| It could all have happened and become a failure, a necessary
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| 'Cause you can’t sing the blues while drinking milk
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| No, you can’t sing the blues while drinking milk
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| And you know I’s got to have my fun
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| Yes you know I’s got to have my fun
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| And you know I’s got to have my fun sometimes
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| Sometimes I get real scared that I’ll be out there kicking it
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| Because you know I’ve got to be out there almost itching every single night
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| I’ve got to be out there a kicking it
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| But you know sometimes I get real scared that I’ll be out there kicking it with
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| a dry seated womb (?), a plastic bag upon a strain and no shoulder to lay my
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| weary head upon
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| Oh what the hell
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| I never wanted kids anyhow
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| I mean what I’m gonna say when they go out: Hey mama, what were you doing
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| during the
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| No, I do not want no pieces of me running around you see
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| On nights doorstep magic just over that next rooftop (?)
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| Young boys with all theirs making plans to run away together
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| Even though we both know likely you that it ain’t gonna happen
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| Still these slaver (?) moments just a fab as years …(?)
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| And you know I’s got to have my fun
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| Yes you know I’s got to have my fun
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| Yes you know I’s got to have my fun sometimes |