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I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore

Across the bridge on Abbott Strip
There lives a man with atlas grip
Windows covered, single mattress
On Friday nights he feeds his actress

Across the bridge on Abbott Street
There lives this girl she used to be
Still half naked she falls in traffic
You dumb ass kid here's your dumb ass life back

I won't come back crawling again
I won't come back crawling again
No I won't come back crawling again
Won't come back crawling again

I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore