The Voodoo lady must have put a spell on me,
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(Because) I'm not the same as I used to be.
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No regrets, just lack of memories,
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And always sleeping with the enemy.
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There's no luck in Nevada,
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Just misfortune and misery.
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Hiding behind Elvis Presley,
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The devil sits there waiting for me.
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I wake up at the Happy Hour
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With all the miserable souls like me,
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To soak my thoughts of poverty
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And hiding pain with shots of cheap whiskey.
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Cut-out pictures on my concrete walls
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Tell the story (of) what I've left behind,
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Tattoos teardrops under my eyes
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Prove that even locos cry.
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Smile now, cry later.
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Smile now.
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Sometimes I see that guy that has it figured out,
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Is he happy with prosperity?
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Taking no risk, so ordinary,
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Walking the line of conformity.
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Tears of a clown locked in a cage.
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I read the book with missing pages.
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Is it sorrow or frustration
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That keeps me in this reality?
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Smile now, cry later.
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Smile now.
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Smile Now, Cry Later
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Voodoo Glow Skulls |