| It gets loneliest at night
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| Down at the liquor store
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| Beneath the neon sky
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| The moonlight
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| Six a.m. the floor comes alive with lites
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| The pans dried up so tight
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| With hardened beans
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| And we’re hungry
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| So i lean on you sometimes
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| Just to see you’re still there
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| These feet cant take the weight of one
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| Much less two
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| We hit concrete
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| We were born into this mess
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| I know i painted you a prettier picture, baby
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| We were run out on a rail
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| Fell from the wagon to the night train
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| I kissed the bottle
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| I should’ve been kissing you
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| You wake up to an empty night
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| With tears for two
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| Cigarettes they fill the gaps
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| In our empty days
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| In our broken teeth
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| Say mister, can you spare a dime
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| Some change could make a change
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| Could buy some time
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| Some freedom
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| Or an ear to hear my story
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| It’s all i’ve got
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| My fiction beats the hell out of my truth
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| A palm upturned burnt blue
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| Don’t call it sunburn
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| You’ve been shaking on the job
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| Just one drink ahead of your past
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| There’s a white light coming up You draw the blinds hoping it’ll pass
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| I kissed the bottle
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| I should’ve been kissing you
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| You wake up to an empty night
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| With tears for two
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| I kissed the bottle
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| I should’ve been kissing you
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| You wake up to an empty night
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| With tears for two
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| With tears for two |