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open woundss to constantly lick infinately sore last time I saw my girl she was headed out my door so tired, i'd rather be asleep in bed resting at home but what am i suppose to think with no place to call my own chorus all the minutes of the day a dark cloud covering me high noon moon the only light i'll ever see walkin papers, laid off from work illumination so far away losing friends at the bar more each day this life is killing me thinkin bout blastin town time to get the fuck out of dodge vamousse outta here work my balls for another lodge chorus From Letras Mania