| I’m lying here dreaming of you
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| Soft to the touch, just a few cubes
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| Beaded with sweat, smooth going down
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| Knocking me out in the next round
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| Propping me up, keeping me hard
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| This is the greatest heavenly reward
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| Now I can’t think, now I can’t breathe
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| Some of these guys that started like me
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| Turned into thieves. |
| Down by the dumps
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| Down by the docks, down in those lungs
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| There’s just the ash of those fiery songs
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| But those days are gone boys, those days are gone
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| And still we ramble on
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| Sing for the stumps where legs used to be
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| Pass me the bottle and pass me the beans
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| Stoke up the fire and hide from the guard
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| Swinging that stick and patrolling the yard
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| Now this here bindle is all I have
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| To show for the rambling I did in my past
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| Cut into soil where things don’t grow
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| It don’t come back. |
| Didn’t you know?
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| It only knows to go
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| Now here we come, slouching off back to where we begun
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| Burnt by that sun
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| Burnt but not done
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| Cuz in this moonlight we can still run |