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I ain't got nothing

but the words to this song

I ain't done nothing

But have done something wrong



Oh baby I'm tired

I got a cab to the brink

I like to rest there

I like to stop just to think



The door is banging

Out there in the wind

I'm in here

and in trouble

For my isolation sin



I am a magic man marker

A stain on a sheet

In a broken down roadside

Motel in hell



I vacation in trouble

but my profession is sleep

I might have a chance

If my soul is to keep

Bringing

Up this drinking problem



I might have a thought

Whattayathink

and I shoulda  known

I'd end up downtown



I took a cab to the station

Stay stationary

I will wait on the platform til I can see

the stars



The bars

On the back streets



Are the ones



Whose names you don't tell



But if you want to see the man in falling

knock there

go ahead and keep calling



I've got a chair and a pitcher

I am a regular

A fixture

Take a picture

Just don't stare



I'll still be over there

In june