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Failer (2003)
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Copper on the corner and he loaded two rounds
And I can't even get inside to talk you down
Peter, sweet baby, where'd you get that gun?
You spend half your life trying to turn the other half around

And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Your face is all over six o'clock news
They cleared the street and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

Did you lose your head when the farm went down?
Was is when your daddy died after he moved to town
And I know your momma calls you good for nothing
She says her baby is a failer and she don't want you calling

Peter, sweet baby, there's something I need to say to you
Gonna have your baby this coming June
We could get a little place down by Gilmour park
You could do a little time and save my broken heart

And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Copper when ahead and he just shot you through
Now you're lying dead on the avenue

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Johnny little rocket star flashing the label's credit card
His name is at the door but no one knew what for
Says he's got a strategy
I'm a test of his sanity
Wire cars and whiskey
Bad debts and dirty laundry

You can't even make up my mind
One more song the radio won't like

Reel it in and shut your mouth
Reputations are in doubt
Write a hit so I can talk you up
No one likes a girl who won't sober up

You can't even make up my mind
One more song radio won't like

So brush your hair and straighten up
Put down the drink you just got
Johnny little rocket star
Picked up a girl at the bar

So I keep my sanity
Wire cars and everything
I guess that we are through
The bad advice from you

You can't even make up my mind

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Going down in the same old town down the same street to the same bar
And the same old people saying hi and I don't care
Going down in the same old bar and I don't even order anymore
I am so sick of consequence and the look on your face
I am tired of playing defense
I don't even have hockey skates

You can meet me at ten thirty
I won't be there I'll be gone
We can talk like we are friends
Going over it all again
Talking about everything I am doing wrong

Do you wish your nose was longer
So you'd have an excuse not to see past it
Do you wish the lights were brighter in the city that you live
I am so sick of consequences..

Do you think your boys club will crumble

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He was the lone wolf you could see it in his eyes
The way he held his heart the way he held his lies
Sometimes he's just show up outside on the porch
And hour at a time like a lonely whore

She was a scarecrow the way she always looked around
For something she once had and never could be found
Time was on her side but she never kept track
All the hunters came and took her memories back

Once they met inside a dirty curtained room
And the rain fell down hard that day onto the tin roof
She said "I've seen you before, I've been looking for you
Better keep your heart close hunters are coming for you"
He said "I've seen them before and I always get away
Cuz you will never stop looking and I will never stay"

The lone wolf kissed her mouth like so many before
Scarecrow closed her eyes and then she closed the door
And the rain fell down on the tin roof when the hunters came that night

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I'm not gonna lie
Not gonna make up my mind tonight
I'm not gonna pretend
I cleared out of town so I could clear my head

I'm not gonna smile all the shit that's happened is gonna take a while
I don't want to be your friend
Just take off your clothes and get into my bed

And the press is after you
Jumping over fences just to see who's cool
And now I stand accused
I put a hole in your heart
Then I fed it to you

I'm not gonna think
about all the shit you want me to think
I'm not gonna say
who I spent my time with yesterday
I'm not gonna choose
In the end either way I still lose
I'm not gonna

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Wanna go get high?
Mercury is parked outside
Wanna take me to
The parking lot of the old high school

And it's like you said

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Got your little secret no I will not tell
You're trying to sober up in the highway motel
And my hands are covered with your smell
You begged me to stay and sing you a song
I dance dirty for you cuz it turns you on
And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on

And if you weren't so old I'd probably keep you
If you weren't so old I'd tell my friends
But I don't think your wife would like my friends

I've got a hit for everyday of the week
I gave you something of mine that was so sweet
That I've been holding on to since I was sixteen
You call me Danny and I call you Mable
You passed out so I flicked through cable

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Oh Maria I waited too long
The phone rang three times, but you were gone
Take it from me, move out on me
I only weigh you down

And I'm not so dumb I can take a hint
Gave you 48 hours and then I split
Now I'm high on the road trying to get home

I want my bubble car
Took the turn and drove too far
I want my airplane
Pop some pills to feel the same

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What a surprise wearing your disguise on the telephone line
I know it pleased you to know I needed you and your time
You play the game not saying either way but you know
Could've made it real quick save me the guilt trip and just said no

Are you writing this all down?

This conversation the alienation in your tone
I've got no fucking clue from your point of view and your time zone
I wouldn't have asked saved you the task if I weren't for real
Trading a daughter and two thousand dollars
For a national steel


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Sweet little duck I've been waiting for you
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
And I sleep through most days
So the time goes by
And I think I drink more now that ever

Cuz you've got me on your shelf and I just sit here
Thinking about when everything was right
And you say you don't got any answers
Well I'm tired of you not making up your mind

Sweet little duck I've been dreaming again
But I still wear my heart on my sleeve
I'm gonna set things right
I gotta job down south

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