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don't want to be here Anymore Another lonely night at the hotel bar I got some B52's and some lit cigars I don't have the money for an international call But I don
chain of islands Built on love and happiness But when we got there the grass turned brown And all the holding hands turned into fists When we got home Everything had changed
my arms And my hands and my feet were oh so cold And my face was planted in the bathroom mold My palms are sweaty and our legs are entwined And I don't
I am the hardest worker I know Cause my father taught me how to grow And my mother stood by his side Yes, I have lived a pretty good life I am the chemist
time that we walked all night Just to see the sun rise in its glorious light Just as we had sat and stared Your hand brushed mine and I didn't have a
Cause a home doesn't need to be a house anyway It's with a girl I knew from Concord driving in her car But we didn't have the money so we didn't get that