| Back then, I had a Buckingham rabbit
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| I’d been lonely since she found Christ
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| Now is the time to depend on the law
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| The nights of my professional life
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| It’s the nights of my professional life
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| I was living in a very young city
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| Grand piano, great lakes, goodbye
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| If you ask me my name, it’s high-low-jack in the game
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| I can track a single bee to the hive
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| Every single game was a blowout
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| And the NASCAR blurred into porn
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| Scenic this, scenic that, don’t fall for the traps
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| Of a man who was never born
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| A man who was never born
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| So the rent became whiskey
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| And then my life became risky
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| And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey
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| Shattered dogs on the rocks
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| At the back of the bar, there’s a couch
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| Where the lonely people go and lie
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| They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist
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| Into the wee hours of the night
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| Into the wee hours of the night
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| The factory’s on muscle relaxers
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| The pine perfume of hilltown floors
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| The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer
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| Won’t be lucid for her anymore
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| They won’t be lucid for her anymore
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| And so the rent became whiskey
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| And then my life became risky
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| And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey
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| Shattered dogs on the rocks, shattered dogs on the rocks
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| When you know how I feel, I feel better
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| When you’re fifteen, you wanna look poor
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| You do unto others and run like a mother
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| I don’t wanna look poor anymore
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| No, I don’t wanna look poor anymore
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| Jesus in a runaway shelter
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| Said, «The deaf have pictures of you»
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| From the digital fountains to the analog mountains
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| Let the mirror express the room
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| Let the mirror express the room |