| Me and you used to be like brothers
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| On the nights we got drunk to each other
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| You know me, I used to have some wit
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| It ended up in a shit filled sandpit
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| We come from across the border
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| We drink the six mile water
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| This mongrel needs a new home
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| This mongrel needs a new home
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| That time when things got better
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| We’d take trips across the wire
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| Like the night we took the mad acid
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| Swore we saw the City Hall on fire
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| We come from across the border
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| We drink the six mile water
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| This mongrel needs a new home
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| This mongrel needs a new home
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| But I’m not ready for home
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| Bukowski Day, I’m gonna miss it
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| We’d get together each month for a day
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| All the memories I have are
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| Decked out in Presbyterian grey
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| We came from across the border
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| We drank the six mile water
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| This mongrel needs a new home
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| This mongrel needs a new home
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| But I’m not ready for home
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| Now me and you don’t talk of one another
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| It never really started out that way
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| I always meant to write you a letter
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| Always meant to call you some day
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| We came from across the border
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| We drank the six mile water
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| This mongrel needs a new home
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| This mongrel needs a new home
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| But I’m not ready for home
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry |