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Spark a dog-end roll up smoke
Before you turn to dust
Got a lot of real good friends
But no one you can trust
She draws you like a siren
To the accident once more
You're lying in your good intent
And you just ask for more

And you've been usuing up your lucky days two at a time
The way this town can beat you down is such a crime

Such a jealous mistress
She knows when you're on the bone
Your accomplice and your witness
But you sold your ticket home
Like a bottle or a friend
When you hit bottom don't bother crying
All good things come to an end
But the bad ones seem to take their time

And you've been using up your lucky days two at a time
The way this town can beat you down is such a crime

She speaks in contradictions
That can knock you to the floor
Satisfaction's her addiction
And she'll burn you to like a whore
Like a bottle or a friend
When you hit bottom don't bother crying
All good things come to an end
But the bad ones seem to take their time

And you've been using up your lucky days two at a time
There was a man you could have been but he's broken inside
And you've been using up your lucky days two at a time
The way this town can beat you down is such a crime
Spark a dog-end roll up smoke   Before you turn to dust   Got a lot of real good friends   But no one you can trust   She draws you like a siren   To the accident once more   You're lying in your good intent   And you just ask for more      And you've been usuing up your lucky days two at a time   The way this town can beat you down is such a crime      Such a jealous mistress   She knows when you're on the bone   Your accomplice and your witness   But you sold your ticket home   Like a bottle or a friend   When you hit bottom don't bother crying   All good things come to an end   But the bad ones seem to take their time      And you've been using up your lucky days two at a time   The way this town can beat you down is such a crime      She speaks in contradictions   That can knock you to the floor   Satisfaction's her addiction   And she'll burn you to like a whore   Like a bottle or a friend   When you hit bottom don't bother crying   All good things come to an end   But the bad ones seem to take their time      And you've been using up your lucky days two at a time   There was a man you could have been but he's broken inside   And you've been using up your lucky days two at a time   The way this town can beat you down is such a crime