Junky Star

The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm
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 I shot 'em dead, and I hung my head, and drove off in his car
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 So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast
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 Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the most
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 And hell will have to pay
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 I went a little bit too far, I'd say
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 Half drunk, I stumble on the whiskey from the bar
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 Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars
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 For when I woke, a Spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand
 Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn't understand
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 And there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place I found
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 Where I can lay my head in town
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 Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change
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 Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain
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 So I borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side
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 I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die
 But not me, this time
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 I left the trouble far behind
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 And he tied his arm off one more time
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 The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm