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Poor Places lyrics
It's my father's voice dreaming of
Sailors sailing off in the morning
For the air-conditioned rooms
At the top of the stairs
His jaw's been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
There's bourbon on the breath
Of the singer you love so much
He takes all his words from the books
That you don't read anyway
His jaw's been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
Someone ties a bow
In my backyard to show me love
My voice is climbing walls
Smoking and I want love
My jaw's been broken
My heart is wrapped in ice
My fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
And it makes no difference to me
How they cried all over overseas
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
They cried all over overseas
It makes no difference to me
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
It's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
I'm not going outside
I'm not going outside
Part of these releases
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- Track 10 on Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
- 9 Pot Kettle Black
- 11 Reservations
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- Track 9 on Kicking Television: Live in Chicago Disc 2
- 8 Heavy Metal Drummer
- 10 Spiders
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- Track 4 on Yankee Hotel Foxtrot Disc 2
- 3 Pot Kettle Black
- 5 Reservations
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