Don't look back and, he's your soldier That sheet metal sound next door, is keeping me awake Janie's eyes are open, and my feet are killing me If this isn't the truth, don't look down And he's your shoulder, that cheap little loud mouth whore Is keeping me awake, the baby's eyes are open And this heat is killing me, if this isn't the truth Clap my hands, slap my legs I can't find it, but that sweet little bastard boy Is breaking me a leg, maybe mine is broken, I don't mind it
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