| Street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
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| He’s in the alley in the morning
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| Somewhere down on Delancey Street
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| Said if you’re feeling kinda lucky
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| I got just what you need
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| Soiled mattress in the basement
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| Of a Chinese boarding house
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| Threw my clock against the window bars
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| All the time in the world
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| Eatin' street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
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| Wrecked his old man’s convertible
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| Drove him to an early grave
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| Now it’s back to jumping turnstiles
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| Went through all his mama’s loose change
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| And eatin' street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
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| It’s the end of the days of the thin man in the basement
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| Fending off the zombies and night of the living evangelicals
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| Eatin' street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Street dogs for breakfast
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| Whiskey sours for lunch
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| Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself |