Empty pages before my eyes, you not deny or criticize Empty bedrooms where I paid my dues Watching the ceiling instead of you Can you tell me where you're goin', can't hold on to hear my song I've got some songs I'd love to sing Always bring down some other thing Where can I go my hands are broken It seems like your love is just a token, why won't you stay with me? Up in the morning and out the door She won't come in I gotta live alone Back in the evening with the darn poor fool out I got on mind just this gal, just this gal.These lyrics stolen from http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mleone/dead-lyrics.html and attributed to Jerry Stratton (jerry@teetot.acusd.edu)
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