| When I met you we were young
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| And like gasoline to matches
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| Waking up drunk
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| Sleeping through your early classes
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| I grew up and grew dull
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| And you say you wished I hadn’t
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| Well I’m drunk again
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| And you’re guilty like you’re Irish catholic
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| But you ain’t no saint
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| I ain’t one either
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| Guess that’s why I’m lying here
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| Cause I know
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| That I’m banged up
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| I got bruises I can’t place
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| Oh I’ve been coughing out blood
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| I’ve got a gut full of ulcers
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| They’re gonna burn out like dead stars
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| Turn to dust
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| If you’re coming here alone
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| Then there’s nowhere else to go
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| So when I walk in man they know I’m alone
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| Dig your anchors in my bones
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| Keep your breathing soft and slow
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| It’s freezing, I made a blanket from my coat
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| But you ain’t no saint
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| I ain’t one either
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| Guess that’s why I’m lying here
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| Cause I know
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| That I’m banged up
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| I got bruises I can’t place
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| Oh I’ve been coughing out blood
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| I’ve got a gut full of ulcers
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| They’re gonna burn out like dead stars
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| Turn to dust
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| It gets freezing here after dark
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| So I’m searching the car for my dad’s old
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| Bills hat, passed down in 93
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| It never got far from me
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| He moved to the island from upstate
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| And he’d spend Sunday
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| Watching the game with me
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| Explaining everything
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| We’d watch Jim Kelly lead the way
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| And if my dad was here I wonder what he’d say
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| If my dad was here I wonder if he’d even recognize me
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| I’m fucking begging
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| I’m fucking begging
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| Cause I know
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| That I’m banged up
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| I got bruises I can’t place
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| Oh I’ve been coughing out blood
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| And I know
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| That I’m banged up
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| I got bruises I can’t place
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| Oh I’ve been coughing out blood |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Ain't No Saint , by - Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties. Song from the album We Don't Have Each Other, in the genre Альтернатива