She talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well Smokes my cigarette just like its her last All kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me And it echoes back under the overpass downtown She likes to watch the sun come up but looks like she dont care if it ever does Says it almost always looks the same Screwing up her face, she laughs like her left eye aint still black or anything I think thats why I like her anyway One more night to kill, days that leave us still Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores She shakes like anyone, strung out, shes almost done Hoping for something else less like this living All I got is what you see, a beat up face and a world full of enemies Tying off her arm, she jokes, Id trade this all for one more hit of dope Its easy when youre high as this and drunk as shit to make it another day I think thats why Im still here anyway One more night to kill, days that leave us still Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores She shakes like anyone, strung out, shes almost done Hoping for something else less like this living hell It sure gets fucking lonely living Like the only way to go is out It sure gets fucking lonely living Like the only way to go is out
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