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By Swingin' Utters, I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though, cuz
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By Swingin' Utters, Time has given me everything I need
Lust, pride, gluttony, and
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By Swingin' Utters, It's been raining with reluctance it barely wets the ground
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By Swingin' Utters, The Devil Dog Has got you pinned to the ground
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By Swingin' Utters, I have broken many dreams but like broken hearts
they
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By Swingin' Utters, Cigarette ashes And tickets to free dances A buck
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By Swingin' Utters, So sick of silence broken
And plagiarized with play tokens
Somebody stole
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By Swingin' Utters, My life's a mystery
I just can't figure it out
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By Swingin' Utters, Ample inquiry
Active, not electric
But she is wirey
I'm
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By Swingin' Utters, born on the southside, you live alone
four walls and
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By Swingin' Utters, I write alone now that you're gone
And it's nothing
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By Swingin' Utters, Why can't I beat the bankers
Deal tehn find a
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By Swingin' Utters, look through these empty eyes and past the desolation
in
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By Swingin' Utters, This journey started slow and free
And ended wrapped around
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By Swingin' Utters, I guess it's alright
That we never know
Just what
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By Swingin' Utters, slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips
five bottles
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By Swingin' Utters, Those lonely moments got you talking to yourself
As long
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By Swingin' Utters, Times have changed and the change of time's slow going
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By Swingin' Utters, This place is empty except for the stationary bottles of
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By Swingin' Utters, if i thought for just one second that i could
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By Swingin' Utters, Well we're all gone good-bye see you so longAnd you're
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By Swingin' Utters, he was spoken to just to be put down and
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By Swingin' Utters, You can't believe your children you can't believe your wife,
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By Swingin' Utters, You're saying to me what you hear from all the
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By Swingin' Utters, Look at my face turn it around I'm the invisible
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By Swingin' Utters, drinkin' beers in the pouring rain dupont circle summer again
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By Swingin' Utters, Five lovely lessons learned todayCoating my throat with the dust
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By Swingin' Utters, The fascists and their many guisesAnarchists and their fantasizingIt seems
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By Swingin' Utters, Did you ask that manOn the corner for the time
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By Swingin' Utters, There aint nothing good about saying good-bye There aint nothing