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Dating a porn star, it isn't all roses She leaves you home on a Saturday night You can go crazy with thoughts and supposes Lose the thin thread between
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Got three dollars burnin' in my pocket, I know, I know Got three dollars burnin' in my pocket, I know, I know I got, I got, I got to keep it there I
Can I get up in the moming Put the kettle on Make us some coffee, say "hey" to the sun... Is it enough to write a song and sing it to the birds? They
Friday I can't see the use Get the hell right out of Dodge Slip the traffic like a noose On the trail of some mirage Every time it comes I think my
Rain turns the sand into mud Wind turns the trees into bone Stars turning high up above You turn me into somebody loved Nights when the heat had gone
