| You see those bullet holes in highway signs? | 
| That was me
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| When you see a broken bottle of real fine wine, that was me
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| When a woman weeps at a window and tears all shiny, black widow
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| Think of me, was done by me, Yessiree, that was me
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| You’ll feel me in the urban breeze
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| I’ll be there when the moment’s seized
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| I’m the saddened man that the ladies tease
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| Yeah, my darlin', that is me
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| Oh yeah, it’s still me, that was me
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| When you see a slowly spreading crack, that was me
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| And when nothing else is left intact, that was me
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| When you come across a burning shack, when you follow in the bloody tracks
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| Think of me, 'cause that was me, Yessiree, think of me
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| You’ll feel me in the urban breeze
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| I’ll be there when the moment’s seized
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| I’m the saddened man that the ladies tease
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| Yeah, my darlin', that is me
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| Whoa, yeah, it’s still me
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| My whole life is a clutter of regrets
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| Way too big for a door
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| Can’t get 'em out of this house yet
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| Only breaking down these walls
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| You’ll feel me in the urban breeze
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| I’ll be there when the moment’s seized
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| I’m the saddened man that the ladies tease
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| Yeah, my darlin', that is me
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| Oh yeah, it’s still me, that was me
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| That was me, it’s still me
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| Yeah, that was me
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| It’s still me, oh yeah, that was me |