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D.T. empty stare and body shiver |
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Whisky - need a shot to stop the quiver |
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I've been here for days or minutes |
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Where is here? |
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I couldn't tell |
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Somewhere in the outer limits |
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Pretty close, |
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I guess, to |
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Hell Hazy names and places |
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Foggy memory |
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Help me - |
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Mister, can you spare a dollar? |
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Need a drink before |
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I start to holler |
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Seedy bars is where |
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I hang out |
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Crawling up the |
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Strip all night |
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Dodging tabs and seeking spenders |
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Passing out or starting fights |
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It's a way of living |
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In the underworld |
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Close to the edge - |
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Barfly Ready to fall |
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Walking the ledge - |
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Barfly Nothing or all |
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Playing your part - |
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Barfly Searching... |
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Barfly Barrooms - stench of beer, the smell of losers |
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Lowlifes - aging whores and senile boozers |
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We're a family of zombies |
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But a family nonetheless |
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Gotta hang on to each other |
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When your life's a filthy mess |
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Fighting for survival |
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Fighting loneliness |
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Way out - got a choice, |
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I'm not a dumb one |
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Create - write a book and be a someone |
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Memoirs very popular |
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In those intellectual circles |
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Barfly turns to cult - scene start |
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Sleaze can be attractive |
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Viewed from safer shores |
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Close to the edge - |
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Barfly Ready to fall |
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Nothing or all - |
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Barfly Searching... |
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Barfly |
