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Got twenty-five in the bank, and three on me, you know. Five cigarettes gonna have to last the night, you know. 'Cause the money that I had's been spent too much, you try to make it last, but it never does, And I've been smoking just way too much, I'm sure you know. Burn away, burn away, It's burning a black hole right through me. Getting real sick of getting used to this, you know. Can't remember it any different, I'm sure you know. 'Cause I spent a lot of days and nights and those moments that I had with Lo Zee Rose, Looking for a place that I should know by now, you know. Got twenty-five in the bag, three on me, you know.

This is not a model fit for any mold. The twisted old and bitter tongues are reckless just as they are cold. Dwelling on the dying is wet fingers to the flame. And I cannot say that I believe in everything that you propose to me. I'd rather learn from children. I'd rather see their world. In all it's natural splendor, and all it's harsh distress unknown. Not what's old and jaded, forgotten or ignored. Or in the way of anything, there to keep the flame from burning. All that I care to know is what you're wondering. All that I care to see is what you're seeing. I want to know what you know, not the little things you'll learn

They hung a sign up in our town “If you live it up, you won’t live it down” So she left Monte Rio, son Just like a bullet leaves a gun With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips She went and took that California trip Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind Said, ‘Don’t look back, just come on, Jim’ Well, he gave her a dimestore watch And a ring made from a spoon Everyone’s looking for someone to blame When you share my bed, you share my name Well, go ahead and call the cops You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops She said, ‘Baby, I still love you’ Sometimes there’s nothin&#