| This town is dead, this world is rotten
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| I’ve seen this country’s fifty states and I’ve forgotten
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| Every name and every place, I drank my way through every hour
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| Of every day I’ve spent away from home
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| And it doesn’t mean shit to me
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| 'Cause I didn’t see it with you
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| No, it doesn’t mean shit to me
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| Alone
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| This brain is dead, this body’s rotting
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| I came, I saw, I never conquered anything
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| I’ve spent my life in vans on tours in rich men’s homes, on poor men’s floors
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| I’ve sold my soul to find a shred of hope
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| And it doesn’t mean shit to me
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| 'Cause I didn’t find it with you
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| No, it doesn’t mean shit to me
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| Alone
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| Someday I’ll be gone and all this forgotten
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| With these cold and lonely words
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| Someday I’ll be dead and this all for nothing
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| She’ll live the way she should
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| But when you see her, remind her I tried
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| And tell her see you to remember I’ve tried |