say this city never sleeps, then since when did we?
dry my eyes, oil my heart
"tin head", till do us part
just lost another part of me, in you
like heartache in the hospital emergency room
then
my old boardwalk blues built yellow brick roads
there's no place like home,
there's no place like on my own
so stop, drop dead, and roll another cigarette
signing off.
casket chest.
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