A Tourist Town

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It's four in the morning as I wrote this letter
In Jackson I slept on the floor with your sweater
New York is over and I’m feeling better
There's people around, but they're cold like the weather

And you
You’re what I want on the boulevard

Bells ring for hours on this southern Sunday
I found a motel with a view of the runway
The witch is downstairs she was so loud and so lucid
If you were here it would never be this boring

'Cause I got drunk again in a tourist town
Bought you a post of it
I can't drink enough
To let be with me, be with me
No? So don't wait up for me

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Oh, dear love
When will we find a home?
Oh, my love
When will we find a home?

'Cause I got drunk again in a tourist town
Bought you a post of it
I can't drink enough
To let be with me, be with me
No? So don't wait up for me

Oh da da da, ah da da da da da da
Oh da da da, ah da da da da da da
Oh da da da, ah da da da da da da

There are no victims
There are only lessons
There are first impressions
And other things that aren't much use

Letting the days go by, oh ho
Letting the days go by, oh ho
Letting the days go by, oh ho

Letting the days go by, oh ho
Letting the days go by, oh ho
Letting the days go by, oh ho