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    I'm on my own, I'm all alone
    I sow no seeds there now
    My heart is home
    And I guess this party is over because I'm on my own
    My friends they say's hello
    My dancer fool, my skies are blue
    But I've got wise and acted like a fool
    And the nights the morning after and I feel like a fool
    I'm feeling black and blue

    Well all them back street women, woooooooooh
    All that homemade liquor has left me here
    We're just like some old bottle the tide left washed up beneath the pier
    There's a message in here somewhere

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    This story's old, this heart is cold
    This old street corner has heard it all before
    But if I can bum just one more one
    I'll say so long, I'm going home

    Well last night the joint was jumping, yeah
    With all those small ass gamblers and the booze
    They must have seen me coming because these cradle marks are pretty hard to lose
    I bet years from now

    This story is old, this heart is cold
    Well this old trash can has seen it all before
    But if I can bum just one more one
    I'll say so long, I'm going home
    I'll say so long from here, I'm going home
    I'll say so long, I guess I'm on my own
    I'll say so long, this one's down the road

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    Composition: Ronnie Lane and Kit Lambert

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