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I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York
Just like a motherless son of a bitch
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Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke
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Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon
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Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
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I took a train and came up from Carolina
I was looking for something to do
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Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me
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With nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose
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Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
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Cry me a river till the morning comes
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I should've died a hundred thousand times
Teetering stoned off the side of buildings
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Nobody loved me and nobody even tried
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You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving
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Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
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I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk
I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out
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He leered at my lady and then he touched her face
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Thank God she had the money to bail me out
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Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
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Cry me a river till the morning comes
[Chorus]
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Bar room boogie just like in the movies
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Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
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Take me where the morning don't come
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I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid
Until one day he wandered off and died
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One night I went in the yard and dug him up
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And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones
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Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
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I used to get loaded and baby Id drive your car
It seemed like there was always a cop
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Coming behind me and following close as they could
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Eventually they'd just trail off
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Loaded and cruising to them nighttime songs
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Cry me a river till the morning comes
[Chorus]
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Bar room boogie just like in the movies
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Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
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Take me where the morning don't come
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I think I died a hundred thousand times
Mixing liquor with mystery pills
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Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine
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Face down out on the riverside
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Most of my friends are married and making them babies
To most of them I already died
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And whatever it is about you I've always hated
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Is something about myself I just couldn't hide
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And I'm going going baby I'm almost gone
[Outro]
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So cry me a river to the other side of the morning
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To where the morning don't come
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To where the morning don't come
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To where the morning don't come
