Ryan Adams - 29
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I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York
Just like a motherless son of a bitch
Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke
Like a sun that just wouldn"t set out on the horizon
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
I took a train and came up from Carolina
I was looking for something to do
Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me
With nothing to gain there"s always nothing to lose
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
Cry me a river till the morning comes
I should"ve died a hundred thousand times
Teetering stoned off the side of buildings
Nobody loved me and nobody ever tried
You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
I got arrested down sou
