.I stick loneliness your lips and the two coins
Of your eyes into my pockets
Yeah
Well the train skates into Port Henry late Sunday
Sometimes when I'm riding high feeling fine you
Know there's something troubling you troubling my mind
And I reach into my pocket for some s.
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