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Lyrics:
You can walk like a stranger, head back in your ear Bringing gifts while you act so sincere Bringing gifts for a boy who's five years Looking for rocks and training in wheels
Well I don't remember you from any of those books Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box Where'd you ever learn to treat me like that?
You don't seem to have any of that family stuff You know the hardwood floor's long, that penalty's rough Your bad luck follows you like a heart attack Twist your fingers soon as break your back
Well I don't remember you from any of those books Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box Where'd you ever learn to treat me like that?
It's coming from another with a mother who's just like yours Bringing you headaches and all those mental sores Taking little halves so you need some for yourself Like the needy and the greedy always seem by themselves Well, you must perhaps be one of these Hiding under shade under your family tree Didn't I meet you once in a liquor store? I think I saw you hanging by the stage door Handing out programs to the family theater To prime your role so you don't miss a treater
You take it in the wild, you take it in the fast You never gave yourself a chance Well I don't remember you from any of those books Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box Where'd you ever learn to treat me like that?
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