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By far my favourite version.

Oh honey,
Broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off snorting coke up in the bathroom
While their boyfriends pick up chicks

And darling, I'm lost
I heard you whispering that night in Fountain Square
The trash-filled streets made me wish we were headed home

And there was love inside the basement
Where that woman used to lie
In a sleeping bag we shared upon
The floor most every night
And darling, I'm drunk
And everything I that I have loved has turned to stone
So pack your bags
And come back home

And I'm wasted
You can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I'll be hanging from a rope

And if my woman was a fire
She'd burn out before I wake
And be replaced by pints of whiskey
Cigarettes and outer space
Then somebody moves
And everything you thought you had has gone to shit
But we've got a lot
Don't ever forget that

And I wrote this on an airplane
Where the people looked like ants
And when a woman that you loved is gone
She's bombing east Japan

Don't fucking move
'Cause everything you think you have will go to shit
But we've got a lot
Don't you dare forget that

And I'm wasted
You can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I'll be hanging from a rope

And I'm wasted
You can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I'll be hanging from a rope

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