| I’m a dog, I’m a drifter
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| I don’t even miss them at all
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| Stars align and they fall
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| Burn out and wait for last call
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| I’m a memory, your shadow
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| A distant and fleeting refrain
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| Lost in my dreams, in my shame
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| Yet a flicker of hope still remains
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| The saints, the sinners, the losers, the winners
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| It’s all their fault
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| Lets get some more alcohol
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| And wash them away
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| I’m smoke, I’m a moment
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| Will they even remember my name?
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| Take what’s left, throw it into the flame
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| Let it rush through the streets in my veins
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| The saints, the sinners, the losers, the winners
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| It’s all their fault
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| Lets get some more alcohol
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| And wash them away
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| Wash them away
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| In the heart of the night in the tatters
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| Wash them away
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| In the barrooms, inside of what matters
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| Wash them away
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| I guess I got what’s coming to me
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| So I wash them away
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| Wash them away
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| The saints, the sinners, the losers, the winners
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| It’s all my fault
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| Lets get some more alcohol
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| And wash them away
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| I’m a dog, I’m a drifter
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| I don’t even miss them at all
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| Stars align and they fall
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| Burn out and wait for last call |