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Quarters Lyrics - Artist : Wilco
I travel where you worked
Was cold and dark as a cavern You kept quarters in your shirt But I never could just have them You always made me sweep around every flying floozy Under booths and bums asleep Waking up, they'd ask you, "Who's he?" Behind a glass without a glance "My daughter's boy," you would say Well, I stood there in a trance Listening to the jukebox play |
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