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Jesse Malin Glitter In The Gutter

it all went to voice mail And we rang in the year And the midnight martyrs Well, they still hang on the cross You can die in the gutter baby Or learn

I was thinking about another time Still in my mind Well, I used to know a little girl High on this world Your baby loves you more than you know Raised

Some might wake up in a doorway Some live in mansions, sick and sad Some decay without the glory And never realize what they had I'm not wasting away

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Take a first step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin' cotton

When the rain came down In this northern town It was a banner year In the world of fear I'd have thought I?d drop you a line Since you?re in love Hope

Marilyn's queen of the scene In a humble abode, by the bowling green Marilyn, she collects names With picture profile, computer games to hang on In the