One dollar, handful of dime',
Only place to go tonigh'
Is out of my mind.
She's running the street'
As I sink into my drink.
The only thing that comes
easily is the pain.
It's always been that way.
So hard to love anyone
I had to fall for her.
This home is nothing but walls,
And every saturday night
It's only their dress that falls.
They lay in my bed of shame,
my lips only savor her name.
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