left out on the bench the one out near the
so the years went by and it's all we had
give me lanegan's affliction give me anderson's acclaim give me
burden said the man it makes you fall it makes
I can hardly feel the corners of my father's favourite
I want to ride on an airplane this you already
well i'm a desolate winner
and i'm looking for a place
i never go around the block
twenty steps and then i
whipping boy
heavy with fake plastic dreams
sell all your stuff
and lets
you're looking good my friend
you're looking right
you've got a winner's
you bore me completely I've got everything I need it's
we're doing it all wrong we're cracked we're bleached we're
a bit of faith in one thing a bit of
it started out with a bang my friend
it almost ended
we gave you all the hopes we couldn't share and
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