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Painted so many towns
Painted them up and down
Down to the broken ground
Pointed the last one, for now
Soon i will stow away
Into the cool nightshade
Watching fireworks fly
In the reservation sky
Found only hell to pay
Draggin' these bones all day
Sun-up to cocktail time
Dragged 'em till i was blind
The field full of also-rans
Stealin' my used up plans
All of my friends were there
They couldn't believe i cared
When i put my cold eye to it x2
And i couldn't say no
Luck is the thing i make
Luck is the thing you break
After it all went wrong
Before i was good as gone
Deep in the beggin' bowl
I found some scraps to take
Drank from your poison jar
Found i was wide awake
When i, put my cold eye to it x2
And i never said no, no i
Never said no
When i, put my cold eye to it x2
Yes, i put my cold eye to it
And i never said no, no i
Never said no
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