March 2012
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Well when you’re sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin’ to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won’t see me in my ragged company Well, you know I could never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you’re the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead...
steezin
You know, sometimes, I don’t know why, But this old town just seems so hopeless I ain’t really sure, but it seems I remember the good times Were just a little bit more in focus But when she puts her arms around me, I can, somehow, rise above it Yeah man, when I got that little girl standing right by my side, You know, I can tell the whole wide world, and shout it,
Hey, here comes my...
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