Lyrics
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Last train's eleven, it's now quarter past
Why're you tryin' to make the evenin' move so fast
And I'm in real trouble but I can't go back home
They locked the doors and I'm left out alone
You can come to my place and sleep on the couch
Lots of people do it and we won't leave you out
Hard times out on the street
Hard times, hard to beat
The painted lies they all hand you
I'm a loser on the road
