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I go down in a firelight
No, no, no
Shitty cops on my doorstep
What troubles me is back again
The saddest girl I've ever met
Lookin' through Chicago's gems
And it's the way that I walk
Spreadin' awfully awful ideas
And it's the weight of the world
They got deer, they got booze, they got bridges
And it's the money I spend
Well, I don't feel like talkin' about it
And it's the look in your eyes
Girl, I wanna see you wearin' dresses
I go down in a firefight
No, no, no
Oh, my Lord, you got me there
Big brown eyes and dark brown hair
Amanda, girl, where were you then?
Off in Spain with streets of sand
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