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Cut my head and lost the money Backed into a pickup runnin' way Strewn across the streetcar tracks Voyeurs drinkin' Laker Ice yell, "Hey! You coulda killed that girl" Echoes from the shitty distant members of the band Would you fly three thousand miles just to hold my hand Unexpected hibernation cost you serve grand Would you fly three thousand miles just to hold my hand From Letras Mania