Skin and bones, you never did come home,
Crashing on my heart through the telepone.
I remember the tall grass wavin,'
In past lives, old poems.
I musta' lived a lifetime without you,
You musta' ended up somebody's angel.
I remember you lovin' the radio,
New waves, and old stones.
Hey, hey, little Tommy gun,
I guess we're never gonna end up the lucky ones.
Hope I never see you again,
Have a round on me, love, halleujah nobody wins.
The Queen is gone, she died from a sad song.
I lost most of myself pleasin' everyone.
I had to learn how to begin again.
It's all right, move on.
Hey, hey, little Tommy gun,
I guess we're never gonna end up the lucky ones.
Hope I never see you again,
Have a round on me, love, halleujah nobody wins.
Halleujah.
But have a round on me, friend.
Halleujah.
If I never see you again.
Halleujah.
Have a round on me, friend.
Halleujah.
Hey, hey, little Tommy gun,
I guess we're never gonna end up the lucky ones,
And hope I never see you again,
Have a round on me, love, halleujah.
And hey, hey, pretty baby,
I still remember you drivin' me crazy.
Hope I never see you again,
Have a round on me, love, halleujah nobody wins.
Halleujah.
And nobody wins.
Halleujah.
And nobody wins.
Halleujah.
If I never see you again.
Halleujah.
You can blame it on the wind.

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