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By John Wesley Harding, There's entertainment news on the hotel tv
They run it for
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By John Wesley Harding, I sing of the triumph of trash
The rise to success
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By John Wesley Harding, I was arrested for disturbing the peace
But, hey, I was
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By John Wesley Harding, I was holding up a cigarette and trying to find
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By John Wesley Harding, The time on the clock on the wall in the
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By John Wesley Harding, One, two, three
You might remember this conversation when you get
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By John Wesley Harding, To whom it may concern
Whatever your address
I didn't think I'd
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By John Wesley Harding, I'd love to get inside your head
And let's be blunt
There
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By John Wesley Harding, Those resourceful romeos have all revealed
You're the juliet who couldn't
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By John Wesley Harding, Nice girls are writing in journals
Things they wish they'd done
And
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By John Wesley Harding, It's been raining for a million years
And the weather just
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By John Wesley Harding, All you have to do is smile
And the words just
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By John Wesley Harding, Somebody went and killed some people
And they know who
The evidence
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By John Wesley Harding, You got a brain just like a steam shovel
And I'm
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By John Wesley Harding, Come all you pretty maidens that have a mind to
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By John Wesley Harding, Oh it's of a ship and a ship of fame
Launched
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By John Wesley Harding, I was bought on by my mother as her carry-on
She
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By John Wesley Harding, There's a man in a pitch black hat
And his underwear's
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By John Wesley Harding, [A] Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it
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By John Wesley Harding, You know those feelings I'm talking about
You're walking down the
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By John Wesley Harding, What have they done to you darling?
What did you let
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By John Wesley Harding, I'm gonna fill me full of coffee
Just to drown the
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By John Wesley Harding, Sometimes it seems like no-one listens
Sometimes it seems like no-one
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By John Wesley Harding, I was breathing not sleeping nor having the choice
I was
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By John Wesley Harding, How can you be so dark and disgusting
When she's all
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By John Wesley Harding, You ghost visits every night at midnight
I can hear the