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Blame it on the way I was wearing my hat
But numbness in your skull - I ain't down with that
Everyone’s standing their ground, cold steeped in hate
I’m just sittin’ here with my hooligan kings trying to count our “pieces of eight”
(Chorus): If something good is coming, it must be moving like a glacier
There’s no way to misconstrue it, you just draw a line right through it
Everything is Under Erasure
My coverage was dropped, but my rates were raised
These days are so good, they make me miss the bad days
Our love exploded and I couldn't survive the blast
I had to burn all your photographs to try and forget our past
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I met a gal lives at 4th and MacDougal
15 minutes with her, I feel like I was shagged by a ragman’s bugle
She’s got a heart of stone, I got a will like jelly
She’s got a body, it looks like it was painted by Botticelli
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I tried to duck down the Short Vincent, but it’s not even there
I only left town for a minute, and it’s vanished to thin air
All the revisionist history and all that buzzard stuff
When you come from Cleveland, you’ve just got to be tough
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I gotta tighten my belt, or should I say my rope
Everybody’s on the take, but I can’t give up hope
It’s been so long since I’ve been amazed
Now it’s so run of the mill just being confused and dazed
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Out on the coast, those Santa Anas just stoking the fire
Somewhere Sly Stone’s trying to take us higher and higher
But it’s all gone like sweet potato pie
It’s ten dollars for a nickel now, don’t bother to ask why
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The apocalypse is riding on a two-colored horse
Up leads down and down leads up as a matter of course
The ghost of Old Blue Eyes is back and he's spreading the news
Me, I'm just trying to hold the world together with the 16-bar blues
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