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I hCid out on the frontC porch I Claid up in my mindC I lFooked for me a love The best one I could Cfind CHe got himself a ticket COn an internatiC7onal flight C7Oh it’s Fnothing FBut a goddamn Cshame CIs what it is Oh it??F?s nothing FBut a goddamn Cshame
The smell of burnt exhaust Drifts into the bar It’s midnight in California It’s high noon where you are Motorcycles and booze Dirty old perfume Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame I tried to go to sleep In my haunted little room The shadows are churning In the passage of the moon It’d break my heart to tell you I couldn’t come so soon Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh, it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Tell me one more time Why you went away It makes a little sense In the light of day When evening comes around All my senses fly away It’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame