| Hang your hopes on sun
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| But the ships don’t sail
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| Storm clouds rule everything
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| Sailors pack both bars and Marlene works hard
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| More cheap engagement rings
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| Thirteen blood red rosebuds
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| Five weird weekend crimes
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| Sixteen sincere smiles while
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| Nobody’s lyin'
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| Alibis need help when their proofs not clear
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| Who’ll fake good words to say?
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| Even Marlene’s eyes can’t disguise cold fear
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| Now curse your jealous ways
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| Thirteen blood red rosebuds
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| Five weird weekend crimes
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| Sixteen sincere smiles while
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| Nobody’s lyin'
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| Things she’d say would tend to make you sad
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| Lonesome for a past you never had;
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| Leave a note that lies about your life baby
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| Your Kampuchea cobwebs and your wife
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| Think of Marlene’s mouth as a keepsake scar
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| And close your dockside door
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| Walk the wet fields fast towards the morning star
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| And change your name once more
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| Thirteen blood red rosebuds
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| Five weird weekend crimes
|
| Sixteen sincere smiles while
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| Nobody’s…
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| Thirteen blood red rosebuds
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| Five weird weekend crimes
|
| Sixteen sincere smiles while
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| Nobody’s lyin' |