I'm moving along just fine
Kicking around and taking my time
Doing
Tell the band to go back home
Take the west side
I got burned
Got what was coming to me
Nailed indefinitely
By my
Broken glass, I need a reason
Much too young to be
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't get back on
High low, high low
I've been making the rounds
High in July
And
Big fat women, how the hell you know my name
Why
I've been like this for fifteen years
I just got tired
Well the hell with what you say
You never knew me
Pity me
Cause I love you
But I don't know the words
And
Signal my way
I'll be your fool
Play by your rules
Till I'm
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