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Come down love Berlin in the cold All that fighting, all that snow Sober nights And byron on my mind Tell me I'm not going home And I'll stop
Come down love Berlin in the cold All that fighting, all that snow Sober nights And Byron on my mind Tell me I'm not going home And I'll stop
Come down, love Berlin in the cold All that fighting, all that snow Sober nights And Byron on my mind Tell me I'm not going home And I'll
I think I need a doctor 'Cause I've been walking by the side of the road For a long time, and I'm going out of my mind Living in a cruel world
I think I need a doctor 'Cause I've been walking by the side of the road For a long time, and I'm going out of my mind Living in a cruel world
message to the Shit hole you call home You invisible cocksucker stand by the phone Grab a beer, pop the top You can drink a little bit If you feel shitty
your own trumpet Cause nobody does it better with your own concept I feel cool and I’m watching the snow blow see Life’s going fast and I’m making my
of a homeless man Freezin', his bed is the cold cement On the corner, beggin' with an open hand The weatherman said it's probably gonna snow again But more
The warmth of liquor buzzing in our throats Going to a show just to get lost in the dark I still see snow on the ground from that night in the park The band
going down where trouble drowns By the harbour and the sound Where the bright light of music's found Back to what first brought me round 'Cause we're too
the flowering armies that summer's led. You dig for your last smoke as the highway leads you home, and this day's going down in a flame. And evening is
indictment to my fucking home Ha ha, fifty K on the time, I don't waste mine Slide by, pull up on her and hit like a drive-by (bow-bow) Go time, never
on the strangers standing in the melting snow I said "mi casa es su casa, that's Spanish for make yourself at home" He said "I speak a little Spanish, though my
not going to say. Well, I suppose you fine mummers would turn down a drop Of home brew or alky, whatever you got. That one with his rubber boots
it's The David magic wrist getting money You bitches can't see me like my mother home She's bitching her dog is Back with another bone Hollar for
'em shot after shot just tequila you hoes Pull out 'if she ain't coming home No cap when she giving me dome Throw cash when I'm leaving alone Deleting
Old freight train, keeps rolling by Every thirty seconds behind the bar we're playing tonight It's rattling the walls The air raid siren keeps going
Worse you could do is get a blanket on your head, right? Splashing through the snow and the slush outside the Roxy, Taxi cabs coming and going, roads are
back on the years I spent lonely With no one to hold me when the clock hit 12 I'd be dressed in my best but then only Wind up alone, going home by myself
How could I be nothing standing in the window in front of the pale blue curtains three floors up - I'm watching the ground absorb the snow, which had
built Those autumn leaves would cover my hood in a crimson quilt The world was mine and the memory of my home Still triggered by the smell of fresh
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