| Listen in, it isn’t when you’re talking for your name’s sake
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| Jesus, Mary Magdalene you are, are you okay?
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| Sitting by the well, Jill you’re falling down the hill
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| Jack and everybody laughed. |
| Don’t you pray, don’t you pray?
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| To a Cocaine Jesus in a black four-seater
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| Got a man, don’t need him, but you wai-ai-ai-ait
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| Call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
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| If you only ever need it for the day
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| High won’t hold, won’t hold, and I have no more than all you left of me
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| I have, I have, I have no more, than all you leave
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| High as hell, feeling fine, nothing bad but nothing kind
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| Not, not a word from me, at least nothing you would mind
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| In my head, in my head, I get lonely sometimes
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| Feeling fly, coming down, never bad cause we’re never out
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| You’ll never call the cops again, I’ll never call her mine
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| In my head, in my head, I get lonely sometimes
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| When you find an old picture of us, and you clear away the dust
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| I hope you miss me sometimes
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| When you see a frame that reminds you of me, do you remember the times
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| Oh the times that we believed
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| In a Cocaine Jesus in a black four-seater
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| Got a man, don’t need him, but you wai-ai-ai-ait
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| Call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
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| If you only ever need it for the day
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| High won’t hold, won’t hold, and I have no more, than all you left of me
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| I have, I have, I have no more, than all you leave
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| I’m nothing more than a page unwritten on the pavement, blowing in the wind
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| You win a lot, and lose just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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| But, God, I wish that I, was better than I am, but no luck, no love,
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| no Gospel I could understand
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| I’m nothing that you ever wanted to lean on, yeah, but even then
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| When you find an old picture of us, and you clear away the dust
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| I hope you miss me sometimes
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| When you see a frame that reminds you of me, would you remember the times
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| Oh the times that we believed
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| In a Cocaine Jesus in a black four-seater
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| Got a man, don’t need him, but you wai-ai-ai-ait
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| Call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
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| If you only ever need it for the day
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| Today, I’m just a page unwritten on the pavement, you needed 'til you left
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| But I’m more than a need or a thing you believe or a word that you leave unsaid |