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Lose your war and we can stay
out all night
Lose your keys and we can't go home
In a little time in a little gin
We can touch hands again
Lose your head lose your warhead
Wrote a song for a room I left long ago
It was my hole it was my hell
Now the girl that lives there
She's an exotic, a drunk
Leaves her clothes off
When it rains run to the river
She carry me she run me all the way down
To the floor, where it's warm
And dirty like a river
Dirty like a river
My whole hell
Carry me, no run me
All the way down to the river
All I want is to be worthy of my hands
But she's got plans
Dirty like a river
(You can't) run me down
Lose it lose your war
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