i drink like an author
homesick like my father
running out of things to lose
and i've got the blues
i met a girl down in nawlin's
she drowned me in champagne
and i could tell by the way she was walking
she was walking away
five long years
no more tears
i burn like a baptist
strung out like an addict
girl you're burning out my fuse
and i've got the blues
i met a saint for my symptoms
he helped me pass the time
and i could tell by the way he was talking
i'd lost my mind
five long years
no more tears

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