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Intro C# G# 

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well I swung through town 
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shining like a new quarter 
felt something sharp rise up within me 
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when I crossed the border 
stopped at the gas station payphone 
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I let my fingers fly 
the wicked impulses were dying 
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but I couldn't let them die 
we were over at your place 
singin about the old times 
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no one had anything to prove 
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I ate so much carrion 
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that I could not move 
I was bloated 

when I saw your kitchen 
glistening like the old country 
all your cups and glasses 
lined up in front of me 
I stopped at the faucet for a minute 
waited til you came in to see what was wrong 
your fingers brushed my ribs playfully 
and I played along 
you had your tongue in my mouth 
your eyes glistening in the light 
I ate rich raw carrion
til I couldn't think right 
I was golden