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I tell tales tall as cliffs You've got a lisp Kid, those things are hard to miss Like my cripple cough All your weekends lost by the lake Where you said I needn't be afraid Of all those devils on the wall That make a fella small When he's feelin' brave They take his wine away There were posters on the wall I swear my mother saw That I'd been up all night, up all night And you came well-equipped With a gun on your hip And some poison on your lips But when we wake up in our makeup We'll be clean And we won't have nowhere to be Oh, but I can't talk to you The way I've wanted to I've been tellin' lies But I'll tell you the truth Oh, I can't talk to you The way I've wanted to I've been tellin' lies But I'll tell you the truth Darling, I'm tired And I should be leaving, leaving You know I'm tired And I should be leaving, leaving tonight Darling, I'm tired And I should be leaving, leaving You know I'm tired And I should be leaving And you'll hang like the rest We'll leave a noose on the attorney's desk And take to the streets Chant like an army And doctor up this disease
Writer(s): Richard Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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