| Sitting by a broken window
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| Up in a back room swallowing wine
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| Gazing down a backstreet garden
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| With my bed chair table and wine
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| Looks like I’m going no where but no where’s where I am
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| Guess I’ll always be a backstreet broken man
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| Oooh broken man, oh yeah, broken man
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| Calling out my name and number
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| As I was walking out of my cell
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| Louie gave me back my wallet
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| He nearly dropped my picture of nell
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| Drinking gets you nowhere but nowhere’s where I am
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| Guess I’ll always be a backstreet broken man
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| Oooh broken man, oh yeah, backstreet broken man
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| Early on a sunday morning
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| As I was walking on down the lane
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| Someone said, I beg your pardon
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| And I was sure I knew her name
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| She was going somewhere but nowhere’s where I ran
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| Guess I’ll always be a backstreet broken man
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| Oooh that’s where I am
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| Guess I’m gonna stay a backstreet broken man |