In your own little way
You found out how to play
In the junkyard where you're living
But you had to swim throught blood
Taught yourself to dance on mud
Out where nothing gets forgiven
I'm so glad that you got free
I'm so happy you could be
In this armchair
With your husband
You get out and pay the cost
But I know all was almost lost
By the banks
Of the Hudson
My oh my it gets cold on
The all night bus
But now you can grow old
With the rest of us
In your own little way
You finally cast away
The filthy matress
Of self-pity
Found the basement of your hell
In a needle-srewn hotel
Out in alphabet city
Welcome home from the dead
Pour a cup of tea instead
Or going swimming in your eyes
Are forever unblinking
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Adam Chaki - Arent You Glad Lyrics
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In your own little way
You found out how to play
In the junkyard where you're living
But you had to swim throught blood
Taught yourself to dance on mud
Out where nothing gets forgiven
I'm so glad that you got free
I'm so happy you could be
In this armchair
With your husband
You get out and pay the cost
But I know all was almost lost
By the banks
Of the Hudson
My oh my it gets cold on
The all night bus
But now you can grow old
With the rest of us
In your own little way
You finally cast away
The filthy matress
Of self-pity
Found the basement of your hell
In a needle-srewn hotel
Out in alphabet city
Welcome home from the dead
Pour a cup of tea instead
Or going swimming in your eyes
Are forever unblinking
You found out how to play
In the junkyard where you're living
But you had to swim throught blood
Taught yourself to dance on mud
Out where nothing gets forgiven
I'm so glad that you got free
I'm so happy you could be
In this armchair
With your husband
You get out and pay the cost
But I know all was almost lost
By the banks
Of the Hudson
My oh my it gets cold on
The all night bus
But now you can grow old
With the rest of us
In your own little way
You finally cast away
The filthy matress
Of self-pity
Found the basement of your hell
In a needle-srewn hotel
Out in alphabet city
Welcome home from the dead
Pour a cup of tea instead
Or going swimming in your eyes
Are forever unblinking