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you’re not going to leave a mark
won’t find no fallen star
you’d be lucky to make it on the page
as some kind of cited source
little shot acting sore
never put a big shot in his place
so you’re just going to hide at home?
disconnect the phone?
like you’ve nothing left to say
like you’d better not come in
you’d better not
I’m not used to feeling small
not used to that at all
I hold those cards close to my chest
like when those kids ripped me off
when I was just trying to help ‘em out
and I let it get to my head
maybe I just can’t take it
I’ll go back to the gas station
and stealing beer out of the walk-in
you’d better not come in
you’d better not
ever be the one to come in
you’re not going to leave a mark
won’t find no fallen star
you’d be lucky to make it on the page
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