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Damn Shame

Arlington
Might as well be miles away
Cut me down with a look so beautiful
Walk around like you own the place
And you know that you can have
Anything that you want
And I feel it like the shot from a ray gun
And I'd give you every dollar I got
And you know

Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
Burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
Little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame

I know that you hold the cards
You got bad news written all over you
They say love shouldn't be this hard
And it's cold
You're disappearing when I'm feeling sick
Cloud of smoke and a Fox-haired mystic
I didn't come here to leave like this
And it's cold

Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
Burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
Little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame

We try to drive to those horizon lines
We can't define
We try to drive to those horizon lines
We can't define

Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
Burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
Little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
I don't have much,
And it's a god damn shame
I don't have much,
And it's a god damn shame