| The hospital called last night
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| They said you’d gone code silver
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| They sent the police out searchin'
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| Found you down at Fifth and Minna
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| High on crack cocaine
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| You and Juan Valdez
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| They sent him back to jail
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| And they put you back to bed
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| They called in the mornin'
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| Said you were found outside
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| And put the phone down
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| Your cat jumped on my lap
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| And I laid down and I took a nap
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| Feelin' bad and full of shame
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| That I somehow contributed to your pain
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| I wish I could help you with your problems
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| But babe, I got enough of my own
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| I fell asleep and dreamed of you
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| The PA said code blue
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| I hailed a taxicab
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| Got there and found you up in west two
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| My beautiful sweet Elaine
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| All that was killin' you finally drained
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| From your sweet angelic face
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| And I kneeled down
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| And whispered your name
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| I cried and I cried
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| You crawled and found a corner
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| And you died
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| I ought to kiss my sweet Elaine goodbye
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| And I walked out in the rain
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| I walked out in the rain
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| And there you were again
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| Lookin' down on me from high
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| Like a cloud in the sky
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| I cried and I cried
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| I remembered all the nights
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| That I loved my sweet Elaine
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| And that I kissed my sweet Elaine
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| And then I looked up high
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| Saw you floatin' in the sky
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| And I cried and I cried
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| Like a baby I cried
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| Not much to pick from in my view
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| Trees that shake when the wind comes through
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| And boats, I guess, and the water is blue
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| But I only feel alive when the birds fly
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| Not much to pick from in my record collection
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| I sold ‘em all away, don’t want no recollection
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| I put ‘em in the past, don’t wanna hear the songs
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| Just wanna play guitar and sing my own
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| The phone rang, I picked up, it was you
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| You said you were out there waitin'
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| I hailed a taxi, pulled up front
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| There stood a pretty lady smokin' a cigarette
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| Lookin' eight pounds heavier
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| I helped you into the back
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| And put your bags in the trunk |