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By Tom Waits, Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice
He's
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By Tom Waits, The blood upon the bridal wreath
The bridal wreath, the bridal
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By Tom Waits, Well I don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on
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By Tom Waits, (instrumental)
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By Tom Waits, (instrumental)
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By Tom Waits, Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is
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By Tom Waits, One... two... three... one
Well, he wasn't looking for fanfare or
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By Tom Waits, Well I woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the
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By Tom Waits, Every night she comes
To take me out to dreamland
When I'm
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By Tom Waits, I might catch some perch...yeah...
Ah...keep it rollin' here...
Take you on
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By Tom Waits, I got your letter today
And I miss you oh so
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By Tom Waits, Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
Depot, depot, what am
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By Tom Waits, Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pulling into town on the
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By Tom Waits, Four blocks back I flipped my sack
down At Roscoe's for
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By Tom Waits, [Spoken word]
Okay thanks, uh... You know, uh, this is weird.
Uh,
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By Tom Waits, around the curve of a parrot bar
a broken-down old movie
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By Tom Waits, He went down down down
and the devil called him by
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By Tom Waits, Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the nighttime,
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By Tom Waits, Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
'Neath the cement stroll
Catch
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By Tom Waits, Nighthawks at the diner
Emma's forty-niner
There's a rendezvous of strangers
Around the
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By Tom Waits, I slow down Purple Avenue
to March around in April's fools
Weather
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By Tom Waits, everything you can think of is true
before the ocean was
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By Tom Waits, I have come 500 miles just to see a halo
Come
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By Tom Waits, [Instrumental]
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By Tom Waits, She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors
And a
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By Tom Waits, Peoria Johnson told Dudlow Joe
I can break out of any
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By Tom Waits, (instrumental)
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By Tom Waits, when travelling abroad in the continental style
it's my belief one
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By Tom Waits, Dream away the tears in your eyes
Dream away your sorrows
Dream
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By Tom Waits, Friday left me fumblin' with the blues
And it's hard to