| I’ve been walking down the street
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| With a tambourine on my feet
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| I’m holding every beat steady and low
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| Well if it would’ve been me
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| I would have turned into the factory
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| And chased that little girl black and blue
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| Now I’m bleeding
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| And I’m freezing
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| And I’m crying once again
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| For Monday glass
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| For Monday glass
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| So if you see me on the street
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| Don’t ask me about my passing days
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| Just slip another coin
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| And walk away
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| Lalalalalalalalala…
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| I once had a love of mine
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| With a different heart
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| In another time
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| I blew that all with pills and alcohol
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| I once had a child of mine
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| With a different heart
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| In another time
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| I blew that off with booze and lack of soul
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| Now I’m bleeding
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| And I’m freezing
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| And I’m crying once again
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| For Monday glass
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| For Monday glass
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| So if you see me on the street
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| Don’t ask me about my passing days
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| Just slip another coin
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| And walk away
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| Yeah slip another coin
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| And walk away
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| Lalalalalalalalala… |