| Sittin' at the gas station with a pocket full of change
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| With a pocket full of dirt and cryin'
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| With my feelings hurt
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| Well, I could use some company
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| Spendin' my last twenty-five pennies
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| And I could probably use a drink
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| Even though I don’t drink
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| Well, it’s time: Maybe a drink
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| Sittin' on the corner whistling a little thing
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| While I’m fishing
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| Now, a piece
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| From my life back to the teeth
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| Talking to you well I’m talking to you and
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| I been walkin' way too long
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| Tryin' to see what’s going on
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| I don’t think I know what’s happening
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| I guess I should just move along
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| And find some company
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| Sit on a bench in the city
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| Somebody offered me a drink
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| Even though I can’t think
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| Well, it’s two and it’s sunny, it’s me and it’s money
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| 'Cause just pass me by and I’m serious
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| All we gotta do is find a way, goddamn
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| If we can go
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| We can come back again
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| If hawks can go
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| Then they can come back again |