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Your junked out beat up car,
Won't get you very far,
When it's raining this hard.

Hands and then you'll kiss,
Every tambourine you hit,
And it's shaking and breaking through the dark.

You miss near and you miss far,
You miss drinking at the bar,
And I won't be the last one making your life hard.

Turning up your sleeves,
Returning like the leaves,
That keep changing outside.

Soft and so polite,
That quiet lullaby,
You keep singing and bringing through the night.

Got my hands around my glass,
'Cause I keep watching you walk past,
Plays just like a broken record skipping tracks.

Put it all, put it all,
Put it all on you,
Wouldn't lose my shirt,
If I did the work,
That I'm supposed to do,
It's all on you.

I'm a broken telephone,
'Cause I can't say a damn thing,
When you come and go, you come and go.

I'm all out of cards to play,
You don't want 'em anyway,
So I won't push my luck to make you stay.

'Cause I miss near and I miss far,
So I went drinking at the bar,
I won't be the last one taking this so hard.

Put it all, put it all,
Put it all on you,
Wouldn't lose my shirt,
If I did the work,
That I'm supposed to do.

I put it all, put it all,
Put it all on you,
I wouldn't lose my shirt,
If it did the work,
That I'm supposed to do,
I'm supposed to do,
On you.

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