Lyrics

Well I'm left and I'm up
and I'm willing and down
spin me the cassette like I'm a merry go round
right if I'm wrong backwards poetics
I got 16 strings and they're gone tomorrow

I'm at the weigh station you're dropping too many pounds
Can't stand the way you look but it's all in your mind
I've got too many bodies outside my window
We're all mysterious souls, well lights out at the

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You asking me how better to make you feel
any better than you would if you knew your own deal
Playin makes me feel like I was lookin at the stars
Way before we crunched ice down at our favorite bar
Down at the

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Sixteen tons and what do you get
another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me cos I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
down at the

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