When we came inside
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You asked me if I'm well
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Living like this
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It gets you through the night
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Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again
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It gets you through the night
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That at least tells the rest of the drawing, king
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It gets you through the night
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Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again
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It gets you through the night
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As we're doting along
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Come out to the west backside of my eye(s)
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True that's true that's true
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You're selling what you own
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Selling yourself short of the life that's teeming in the dirt
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Stop telling what you know
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Suddenly you're so sure of the life that's breeding in the dirt
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It gets you through the night
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Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again
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It gets you through the night
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As we're doting along
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Come out to the west backsides of my eyes
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True that's true that's true
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I'm off to the west, it's blinding my eyes
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True that's true that's true
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Come out to the west backsides of my eyes
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You opened up
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This is the kind of place I know
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Let's add up all the mischief and mercy ruins
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'Cause these walls have all worn white
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The Kissaway
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Mates Of State |