It’s not the smell in here that gets to me it’s the lights
I hate the shadows that they cast,
and the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
I’ll always drag with me from my past
I think I’ll find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into
and maybe strike a deal
Your body for my soul, fair swap
’cause cheap is how I feel.
–’Cause Cheap Is How I Feel, Cowboy Junkies
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