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Iâve been kickinâ âround
Long enough to know
That I better get out now
Iâve been waitinâ âround
For my ship to come in
But it keeps running aground
This house, these steps,
This beat down street
Where all rats seem to lead
All thatâs left is the Silhouette
Of nights I canât retrace
Oh, bartender
Just pour me one more drink
And Iâll be fine
I wonât get out of line
Oh, Irene
I wonder how much pain
You hide behind your eyes
I hope it ainât mine
When your white picket fence
Turns into a black tooth grin
You know itâs time pack it in
Before the wolves descend
Too many artists not enough art
Stop me before I start
Everyoneâs got something to prove
And I ainât got nothing left for you
Every single step I take
Is one more towards my escape
I wonât miss you
But I will miss all the hell we would raise