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Walkin' 'round town in a place I've never been In deep, deep Manhattan I recall it all, your dress and how it falls You rollin' in deep satin Won't you call a cab, Mister? Won't you pay my tab? There's some boys on the curb hell-makin' And I ain't been home in three years or so And everyone I know now's mistaken Frauds as friends, starts as ends Big lights is actual love But you in Manhattan rollin' in deep satin Was a painful and wonderful drug Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound That is westbound to the sea When you see the lights, when you hear the rain Is there a chance you're thinkin' of me? Is that song stuck in your head? "Friend of the Devil", by The Dead Or is that just what your friends want me to be? 'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be There's love when I'm leavin', there's laughter this evening I'll set out running alone If I get a ride outta this place tonight I'll gladly take myself home So won't you call a cab Misses? Please pay my tab I heard life was a windin' road There's no hounds or child around But the devil follows where I go Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound That is westbound to the sea When you see the lights, when you hear the rain Is there a chance you're thinkin' of me? Is that song stuck in your head? "Friend of the Devil", by The Dead Or is that just what your friends want me to be? 'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound That is westbound to the sea When you see the lights, when you hear the rain There a chance you're thinkin' of me? Is that song stuck in your head? "Friend of the Devil", by The Dead Or is that just what your friends want me to be? 'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be
Writer(s): Zach Bryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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