| Where you headed, baby
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| Off the wagon, out the door
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| Don’t you see me close as you’ll allow
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| You won’t pick up calls
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| From that number anymore
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| But I’m not dropping houses on you now
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| So you give it the old heave ho till the bitter end
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| You’re giving it all you’ve got, but you never win
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| Everybody’s laughing as you fall on your face again
|
| But you’re giving it all you’ve got till the bitter end
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| Haven’t seen you in so long
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| I wouldn’t know your face
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| I almost could forget the things you said
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| Tiles in the roadway
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| Say you’re part of outer space
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| Laid in bare cement and painted red
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| (Spent so long sucking on a snake bite
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| Trying to keep the venom from entering the bloodstream)
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| Give it the old heave ho till the bitter end
|
| You’re giving it all you’ve got, but you never win
|
| Everybody’s laughing as you fall on your face again
|
| But you give it the old heave ho till the bitter end
|
| Where you headed, baby
|
| Off the wagon, out the door
|
| Don’t you see me close as you’ll allow
|
| You won’t pick up calls
|
| From that number anymore
|
| But I’m not dropping houses on you now
|
| (Spent so long sucking on a snake bite
|
| Trying to keep the venom from entering the bloodstream)
|
| So you give it the old heave ho till the bitter end
|
| You’re giving it all you’ve got, but you never win
|
| Everybody’s laughing as you fall on your face again
|
| But you give it the old heave ho till the bitter end |