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Well I've been everywhere
Everywhere and twice
Even broke my arm
On a San Francisco night
But things never look so bad the
morning after
Well I could kill a! y
By breathing at its face
And turn the horses blind
With the blood in my veins
But things never look so bad the
morning after
I always thought I'd be with you
There's nothing else that I can do
Oh baby it's true
Well I could " ll my glass
With all the tears in your eyes
Now Judas on a cross
Because of all the lies in my mouth
But things never look so bad
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