Song For A Supermarket Parking Lot

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[Verse 1]

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  On Mondays, I do the laundry at the twenty-four hour place next to the Dollar Tree
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  I know that I could walk, but god I love to drive
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  I thought about calling and asking forgiveness
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  But hell, I'm afraid of the dogs that I live with
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  I guess you take it one thing at a time


[Verse 2]

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  I thought about Jesse on Tuesday morning;
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  Last I heard, he was still doped up in Portland
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  I could call and ask, but hell, I know he'd lie
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  Like my neighbor, he's got business
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  If you don't know about it, better keep your distance
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  Ain't no one on this street ever called a cop in their life


[Interlude]

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[Verse 3]

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  On Wednesday, ran into Connor
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  Drinking like he was already a goner
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  He said he'd like to change if he could grow a spine
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  I said: "When you talk like that, it makes me real nervous
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  No, don't be inviting me to your funeral service
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  Throw down your fucking chips, let's play for keeps this time."


[Verse 4]

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  Like on Thursday when you called and woke me up
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  I heard you started smoking crack again and got caught up
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  Catching cases, robbing houses, just to stay alive
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  So I hung up, I called Vanessa
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  And I told them that I left the rent on the dresser
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  It wasn't even half of three weeks late this time

[Interlude 2]

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[Verse 5]

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  On Fridays, I do the laundry
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  At the twenty-four hour place next to the Dollar Tree
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  Past the neighbors reaching heaven with their trucks so high
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  I thought about calling and asking forgiveness
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  But lately I don't even know what that word is
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  I've got police on my six, because they think it's a crime

[Outro]

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