I saw it in the eyes of the checkout girl -
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that sad and holy glow every blue-collar knows,
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like the lit windows on my childhood street
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where the deep, dark secrets of the family are kept.
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Beneath the mire and stench of growing debt,
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the deep, dark secrets of the family are kept.
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Credit is a whore who won't wake up and leave,
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but believe me I'm not sleeping with her anymore.
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I don't want to be a slave, I just want to be free
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and honestly I'm sick and tired of people chasing me.
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That Sad And Holy Glow
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Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) |