Sad songs for dirty blondes
Shit luck for a vagabond
But you got nine lives you'll never die
Stardust on a midnight mile
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If I could only read your mind
I would never say outright
I would be polite
Variations on a theme
Thank god I don't remember my dreams
Or the red flags or deadbeat dads
Or twelve stairs of the midnight mass
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Didn't mean to make you cry
I won't misbehave this time
I will be polite
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I won't runaway I tried
Barely made it out alive
But I will be alright
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I think I'm going out in style
Down on main street everyone's an exile
So why don't you come by
And I can take you up on hot knives
I can take you up on hot knives
I can take you up on hot knives
I can take you up on hot knives