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I´m bringing back ghosts That are no longer there I´m gettin´ hard on myself Sittin´ in my easy chair Well, there´s three people in the mirror And I´m wonderin´ which one of them I should choose Well, I can´t keep from laughin´ Spittin´ out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues I´m breakin´ my teeth off Tryin´ to bite my lip There´s all kinds of red-headed women That I ain´t supposed to kiss And it´s that color that never fails To turn me blue So I just swallow it and hold on to it And use it to scare the hell out of you I have a woman ´Says come and watch me bleed And I´m wonderin´ just how I can do that And still give her everything that she needs Well, there´s three people in my head that have the answer And one of them´s got to be you But you´re holding tight to it -- the answer Singin´ these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm On this winter night Everytime you get defensive You´re just looking for a fight It´s safe to sing somebody out there´s got a problem With almost anything you´ll do Well, next time they stab you don´t fight back just play the victim Instead of playin´ the fool And the roads are covered with a million Little molecules Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered With pieces of pencil eraser too Well sooner or later the ground´s gonna be holdin´ all Of my ashes too But I can´t help but wonder if after I´m gone will I still have these three hundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin´, battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues One thing´s for sure: in that graveyard I´m gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes

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