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Harbor Lights
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Steve Miller
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I can see the harbor lights Looks like the fourth of july Maybe christmas night Reflected in water
In my cell, behind this wall I share my time With many a soul who is lost Why must I always be a loser Why cant I ever be a winner
So as time Goes rolling by I lose my chance Its only one life If I had the wings of an angel Oer these prison walls I would fly Straight from the darkness into the light Why must I always be a loser Why cant I ever be a winner
Spoken: my dearest darling, as Im writing you this letter Theyre coming to take me away Theyre beginning to shave my head now, sweetheart But as their doing it I just want you to know That I wouldnt have it any other way Im glad that I killed your mother She was a low-down dirty old hag But in the end darling You will get your revenge Because you see Their gonna send you my belongings In a plastic bag
La, la, la A plastic bag
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