| Don’t even bother climbing out of the well
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| That ain’t no way to get out of the hell that you’re in
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| If you wanna see the back of it, girl
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| You better start digging down with your pail of tin
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| I got shat on by an eagle, baby
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| Now I’m king of the neighborhood
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| And it feels like I could
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| Just peel the gym pants off a single mother
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| But this run of good luck don’t got me feeling all that good
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| And it hurts, and it hurts
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| But I don’t wanna talk about it
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| 'Cause in my dreams, I miss you
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| Then I wake up to reality’s bliss
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| Now all I ever wanted and all I ever needed is right here
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| In the stranger’s kiss
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| Don’t bother flying when we jump off the cliff
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| Make sure it’s head first if you don’t want to deal with what ifs
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| I know you’re wondering if you’ll feel it again
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| Just keep on digging it down with your pail of tin
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| No shame in sleeping with the seagulls, baby
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| This town’s a tourist trap, it’s no place to be in
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| They made a meme out of my legacy, darling
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| My hands are caught in the net and they’re pale and thin
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| And it hurts, and it hurts
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| Well I don’t wanna talk about it
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| 'Cause in my dreams, I miss you
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| And I wake up to reality’s bliss
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| All I ever wanted and all I ever needed was right here
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| In the stranger’s kiss
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| Me and Roy, we got a pretty mean posse
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| With a Down syndrome Jew from the real estate crew
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| He keeps me busy with a shift now and then
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| But it don’t ever really stop me from thinking of you
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| I know you’re wondering why you wish you were dead
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| And there’s no solace in the fact that it’s all in your head
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| Try not to focus on the pain that you’re in
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| Just keep on digging down with your pail of tin
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| If it hurts, but it hurts
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| But I don’t wanna talk about it
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| 'Cause in my dreams, I miss you
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| And I wake up to reality’s bliss
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| All I ever wanted and all I ever needed is right here
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| In the stranger’s kiss
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| 'Cause in my dreams, I miss you
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| And I’ll just stick 'em right there in the bin
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| Thought I needed buckets of gold
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| But all I needed was a dirty little pail of tin |