| A worn out joke to keep the flies away
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| Carried it this far
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| Got the west side winds to keep it steady
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| We bury the hatchets we find
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| Could carry that heavy load
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| If I really thought it would matter
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| Farcical hair appears
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| As a blind side, clean the slate
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| Working in the halls of shame
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| Lay it down in full view
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| Lay it down
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| What the hell were we thinking
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| Before the fire burned out?
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| I can’t find you now
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| And I didn’t know you then
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| Loneliness drinks the bitters
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| Till the cold winds warm again
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| It’s a feel for the game
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| Mouth open wide, screams and hollers
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| Working in the halls of shame
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| Lay it down in full view
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| Lay it down
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| I gambled once and won, never made a dollar
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| And beauty fades to grey
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| And I pray the very best will guard her
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| And provide the way
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| It’s a telltale sign
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| When it’s chairs up, and time to go Working in the halls of shame
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| Lay it down in full view
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| Lay it down |