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Bedlam Rovers
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Another stroke of genius, I love the taste of trouble
You caught me on one of those nights, when the boy was seeing double
I try not to makes excuses, I know I can't shed my skin
I'm still underneath it all, with my stupid little grin
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Sometimes I don't know
The sidewalks talkin to me, the wind is so damn cold
There's not a living thing for miles, that ain't been bought or sold
But I still love this city, from the hills down to the piers
I got a brand new silver dollar, and I'd buy y'all a round of beers
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Sometimes I don't know
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Sometimes I don't know
Somewhere across the great divide, the land where white men tried, and the injuns died
We raised our smokestacks oh so high, and set our dreams for the pie in the sky
Oh oh, I don't know
The sidewalks talkin to me, the wind is so damn cold
There's not a living thing for miles, that ain't been bought or sold
But I still love this city, from the hills down to the piers
I got a brand new silver dollar, and I'd buy y'all a round of beers
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Sometimes I don't know
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Sometimes I don't know
Somewhere across the great divide, the land where white men tried, and the injuns died
We raised our smokestacks oh so high, and set our dreams for the pie in the sky
Oh oh, I don't know
Writer(s): Bedlam Rovers
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