Cut my head and lost the money
Backed into a pickup running way
Strewn across the streetcar tracks
Voyeurs drinking Laker Ice yell "Hey!
You coulda killed that girl"
Echoes from the shitty distant members of the band
Would you fly three thousand miles just to hold my hand
Unexpected hibernation cost you serve grand
Would you still fly three thousand miles just to hold my hand
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