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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePolice Station
I saw you at the police stationAnd it breaks my heart to sayYour eyes have wondered offTo somethingDistant, cold and grayI guess you didn't see it comingSomeones got use to slummingDreamin' of the golden yearsI see you had to change careersFar awayBut we both know it's somewhereI saw you on the back page ofSome free press yesterdayThe driftwood in your eyes saidNothing short of love for payI know you from another pictureOf someone with the most convictionWe used to read the funny papersFool around and pull some capersNot todaySend a message to herA message that I'm comingI'm coming to persue herDown home country andI rest my face on your bedI got you ten times overI'll chase you down till your deadI saw you on the t.v. stationAnd it made me want to prayAn empty shell of lovelinessNow dusted with decayWhat happened to the funny papersSmilling was your money makerSomone oughta situate herFind a way to educate herAll the wayIt's time to come and find youYou can't hide from me girlSo never mind what I doDown home country andI rest my face on your bedI'm in my soul bed countryAnd I left it all for your headI saw you in the churchyardThere was no time to exchangeYou were getting married andIt felt so very strangeI guess I didn't see you comingNow I guess it's me whos bummingDreaming of the golden yearsYou and I were mixing tearsNot todayNot for me but someoneI never could get use toSo now I will refuse toDown home country andI rest my face on your bedI'm in my soul bed countryAnd I left it all for your headI got my best foot forwardAnd I'll chase you down till your dead
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