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    I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York

    Just like a motherless son of a bitch
    Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke
    Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon
    Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

    I took a train and came up from Carolina
    I was looking for something to do
    Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me
    With nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose
    Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
    Cry me a river till the morning comes

    I should've died a hundred thousand times
    Teetering stoned off the side of buildings
    Nobody loved me and nobody even tried
    You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving
    Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

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    I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk
    I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out
    He leered at my lady and then he touched her face
    Thank God she had the money to bail me out
    Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
    Cry me a river till the morning comes

    Bar room boogie just like in the movies
    Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
    Take me where the morning don't come

    I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid
    Until one day he wandered off and died
    One night I went in the yard and dug him up
    And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones
    Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

    I used to get loaded and baby Id drive your car
    It seemed like there was always a cop
    Coming behind me and following close as they could
    Eventually they'd just trail off
    Loaded and cruising to them nighttime songs
    Cry me a river till the morning comes

    Bar room boogie just like in the movies
    Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
    Take me where the morning don't come

    I think I died a hundred thousand times
    Mixing liquor with mystery pills
    Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine
    Face down out on the riverside
    Most of my friends are married and making them babies
    To most of them I already died
    And whatever it is about you I've always hated
    Is something about myself I just couldn't hide
    And I'm going going baby I'm gone

    So cry me a river to the other side of the morning
    To where the morning don't come
    To where the morning don't come
    To where the morning don't come

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