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Met a greyhound girl in Davenport,
Stayed up all night on speed.
Left her in Denver at daybreak
With more lies than she’ll ever need.
I combed my hair in a truckstop mirror
And swore to start over again,
But now that’s past, and it’s plain
That I’m just the same drunk rambler as I was back then.
So give me the shot to cure my pain
Whether or not the cure and death are the same.
I wanna feel these dreams runnin’ in my vein
But first, give me the shot to kill my pain.
All my saviours must be stuck in traffic
And all my friends just keep buyin’ me drinks.
“I’m lookin’ for a sign, but none have passed yet,”
So I say, as I sink.
These states are no more than my footsteps,
These countries are no more than crimes.
All my dreams have borders,
I can’t live behind these lines.
