| Sting of the needle dropping on a vinyl
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| Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak
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| When it hurts this good you gotta play it twice
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| Another vice
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| All dressed up in a pretty black label
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| Sweet salvation on a dining room table
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| Waiting on me
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| Where the numb meets the lonely
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| It’s gone before it ever melts the ice
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| Another vice, another call
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| Another bed I shouldn’t crawl out of
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| At 7 AM with shoes in my hand
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| Said I wouldn’t do it, but I did it again
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| And I know I’ll be back tomorrow night, oh
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| I wear a town like a leather jacket
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| When the new wears off, I don’t even pack it
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| If you need me
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| I’ll be where my reputation don’t precede me
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| Maybe I’m addicted to goodbyes
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| Another vice, another town
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| Where my past can’t run me down
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| Another life, another call
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| Another bed I shouldn’t crawl out of
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| At 7 AM with shoes in my hand
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| Said I wouldn’t do it, but I did it again
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| And I know I’ll be gone tomorrow night
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| Mm, another vice
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| Standing at the sink, not looking in the mirror
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| Don’t know where I am or how I got here
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| Well, the only thing that I know how to find
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| Is another vice
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| Mm, another vice
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| Yes, another vice
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| Ooh, another vice
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| Another vice
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| Another vice
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| Another vice |