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Backstabbers
03:59
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I was born out in a borough
I was born inside a void
I was looking out for something that couldn't be destroyed
Running through the city with somebody else's sins
Well, all I really wanted was just somewhere to begin
Well they stab you in the back and they wanna see you crack
And they say you'll go to heaven in a brand new Cadillac
They wanna see you hurt, and they treat you just like dirt
And you soon find out that life is just a four-letter word
I was dealing with a feeling like a poor boy on the line
I was 16 years old in an A state of mind.
I was hanging out at Playland with some kids from Ozone park
Playing computer games and learned to kill like a shark
Well they stab you in the back and they wanna see you crack
And they say you'll go to heaven in a brand new Cadillac.
They're giving you a script and they wanna see you trip
But you spit the poison out cause you're sick of being sick
Hey,tell me what do want
Tell me what do you want from me
Hey,tell me what do want
Tell me what do you want from me
Well I made an appointment cause I needed some advice
But the doctor and the dealer man were charging the same price
They say they want my body but they can't touch my soul
I am gonna keep my distance, man, and play some rock and roll
But they stab you in the back and they want to see you crack
And they say you'll go to heaven in a brand new Cadillac
They tell you it's a sin but they want to stick it in
And all you ever wanted was just some where to begin
Hey, tell me what do you want
What do you want from me
I've seen some roll over
Some just grow colder
And turn to stone
I won't be broken I won't be stolen
I'll let it roll
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Crawling Back to You
03:24
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Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees
I keep crawling back to you
I keep crawling back to you
The ranger came with burning eyes
The chambermaid awoke surprised
Thought she'd seen the last of him
She shook her head and let him in
Hey baby, there's something in your eyes
Tryin' to say to me
That I'm gonna be alright if I believe in you
It's all I want to do
It was me and my sidekick
He was drunk and I was sick
We were caught up in a barroom fight
Till an Indian shot out the lights
I'm so tired of being tired
Sure as night will follow day
Most things I worry about
Never happen anyway
I keep crawling back to you
I keep crawling back to you
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* Jesse Malin New York, New York
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