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Broken down relations, beaten up guitars
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars
Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst
Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone, always remind me of home
One of a dozen covered with stains
Blistered and stinking was all that remained
Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones
The unwanted contents of anonymous homes
Ha, those junkyard blues sound familiar
Take me back, always remind me of home
Mangy old dog scratching in the dust
Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust
All this stuff was good for something
Here it is now, it's good for nothing
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone, always remind me of home
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