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Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons

You talk about the weather and you grin about the rooms...

Phone calls long distance to tell you how you've been

You forget about the losses, you exaggerate the wins...

And when you stop to let them know you've got it down...

It's just another town along the road.

Ladies come to see you, if your name still rings a bell

They give you damn' near nothin' and they'll say the knew you well...

So you tell'em you'll remember, but they know it's just a game

And along the way their faces all begin to look the same...

Well it isn't for the money and it's only for a while,

You stalk about the rooms and you roll away the miles...

Gamblers in the neon, clingin' to guitars,

You write about the moon and you're wrong about the stars...