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He got the droop of a fatherless child 

Almost imperceptible, one can't see it with the naked eye 

Oh but I can 



That cardboard lady in the corner store 

Her sparkle is all painted on 

Six no-good men took her shine and more 

Left her youth near Sausalito 



Oh it's humourless and comical at once 

Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust 

Oh it's humourless, it's humourless 



They look me over, one up and one down 

I can tell they're wondering who my people are 

I say I'm new in town 

I know it's gonna take a while 



Oh it's humourless and comical at once 

Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust 

Oh it's humourless, it's humourless 



I speculate and browse the duraflame 

Winter in the west coast cool 

Out by the sea where no one knows my name 



I'm on the road like Jack Kerouac 

Like Jack, Jack Kerouac 

Like Jack, Jack Kerouac 

Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
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