| I’m on my own, I’m all alone
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| I sow no seeds there now
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| My heart is home
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| And I guess this party is over because I’m on my own
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| My friends they say’s hello
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| My dancer fool, my skies are blue
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| But I’ve got wise and acted like a fool
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| And the nights the morning after and I feel like a fool
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| I’m feeling black and blue
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| Well all them back street women, woooooooooh
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| All that homemade liquor has left me here
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| We’re just like some old bottle the tide left washed up beneath the pier
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| There’s a message in here somewhere
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| This story’s old, this heart is cold
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| This old street corner has heard it all before
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| But if I can bum just one more one
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| I’ll say so long, I’m going home
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| Well last night the joint was jumping, yeah
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| With all those small ass gamblers and the booze
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| They must have seen me coming because these cradle marks are pretty hard to lose
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| I bet years from now
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| This story is old, this heart is cold
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| Well this old trash can has seen it all before
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| But if I can bum just one more one
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| I’ll say so long, I’m going home
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| I’ll say so long from here, I’m going home
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| I’ll say so long, I guess I’m on my own
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| I’ll say so long, this one’s down the road |