I stick loneliness, you lips
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and the two coins of your eyes
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into my pockets
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well the train skates into
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Port Henry late sunday
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sometimes when I'm riding high
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feeling fine you know there's something
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troubling yah,troubling my mind
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so I reach into my pocket for some
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small change
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I reach into my pocket for some
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small change
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I want bones like iron blood like mercury
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so I can tell you when I'm rising
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and when I'm sinking in
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[CHORUS]
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we're gonna take it to the people
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hey let's drink from the cup
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share some luck
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go ahead and laugh cause it don't
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cost much
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I stick loneliness, your lips
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and the two coins of your eyes
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into my pockets
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Two Coins
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Dispatch |