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He's got Coltrane on Eight Track.'67 Mustang with a gun rack.He's running propane through a half stack.He's doing cocaine all the way back, yeah.So pristine when she singsMight of missed me, like ephydrine.Still laughing at the sequinsShe's only 16... on the weekends.Sister can you spare a dime or two'Cause I don't want to be by myself?Sister can I spend a night or two'Cause I don't even know who I am?And if I'd ever dare lie to youit's only because I want to hurt myself.I would never wish this life on you,I know all too well, how this feels.Love, Me and Coltrane. From Letras Mania