I'll write you a letter tomorrow Tonight I can't hold a pen Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow I promise not to blow the address again
Lights that flash in the evening, Through a crack in the drapes
Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes
See you're high and lonesome
Lights that flash in the evening, Through a hole in the drapes I'll be home when I'm sleeping
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