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Tom Waits: Heartattack and Vine |
 | | liar liar with your pants on fire, white spades hangin' on the telephone wire, gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line, you'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine. |
 | | see that little jersey girl in the see-through top, with the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop, well i bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty- five 'til nine, you can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine. |
 | | better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs, than crawling down cahuenga on a broken pair of legs, you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time, your're waitin' for the rtd on heartattack and vine. |
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