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I was a poor little kid in the lungs of New York
 Like a motherless son of a bitch
 Loaded on Ephedrine, looking for downers and coke
 Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon
 Singing and dancing to them night time songs
 I took a train and I came up from Carolina
 For I was looking for something to do
 Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me
 And with nothing to gain, there's always nothing to lose
 Singing and dancing to them night time songs
 Cry me a river till the morning comes
 I should've died a hundred thousand times
 Teetering, stoned off the side of building
 Nobody loved me, and nobody ever tried
 You can't hang on to something that won't stop moving
 Singing and dancing to them night time songs
 I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk
 I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out
 He leered at my lady, and then he touched her face
 Thank God, she had the money to bail me out
 Singing and dancing to them night time songs
 Cry me a river till the morning comes
 Bar room boogie, just like in the movies
 Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come off
 Take me where the morning don't come
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 I had a dog named Jet when I was a kid
 Until one day, he wandered off and died
 One night I went in the yard, and I dug him up
 And he laid in the box, just like a pile of bones
 Singing and dancing to them night time songs
 I used to get loaded, and baby, I'd drive your car
 It seemed like there was always a cop
 Coming up behind me, and following close as he could
 Until eventually, he would just trail off
 Loaded and cruising to them night time songs
 Cry me a river till the morning comes
 Bar room boogie, just like in the movies
 Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come off
 Take me where the morning won't come
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 I think I died a hundred thousand times
 Mixing liquor with them mystery pills
 Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine
 Face down, lyin' on the riverside
 Most of my friends are married and making them babies
 To most of them, I already died
 And whatever it is about you I've always hated
 Is something about myself I just couldn't hide
 And I'm going, going, baby, I'm almost gone
 So cry me a river to the other side of the morn
 To where the morning won't come
 To where the morning won't come
 To where the morning won't come
 To where the morning won't come
 To where the morning won't come
 To where the morning won't come
 To where the morning won't come
 To where the morning won't come