| Have seen them raise an eye, I’m comin' home
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| Seedy and crawlin', seven years or more
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| Now you know where I’m goin'
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| A beautiful shade of blue and pale
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| A colour you bought at a junkie’s yard sale
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| Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'
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| Well I’m lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with…
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| My motor, my thrills, I needed my space
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| My prison, my drugs, let’s go to my place
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| Ain’t been there lately
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| Ain’t been there lately
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| Ain’t been there lately-there's no room
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| Well I sacrificed the all the people
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| That were killin' me and since gone away
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| Three of them murdered, two livin'
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| Now even God’s gone, not much left to say
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| If there’s a day you wanna come by
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| Everybody knows I’ll just be sittin' here
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| Drop on by now, let’s get high now
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| The reverend reminded me your redemption can be paid with…
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| My motor, my thrills, I needed my space
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| My prison, my drugs, let’s go to my place
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| Ain’t been there lately
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| Ain’t been there lately
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| Ain’t been there lately-there's no room
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| Ain’t been there lately
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| Ain’t been there lately
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| Ain’t been there lately
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| Ain’t been there lately, lately |