| Debbie I think you've been drinking You look a little stoned Hey Debbie answer this When you comming home? Its nearly 11 hours 2 weeks and 5 days Since you packed your bags Wrote a note and ran away. Hey Debbie what are you gonna do? When your past catches up with you? I think you'll be pretty screwed. Debbie what you gonna do? Debbie. She lives near the river Her possesions in a bag She says this is a rough time The worst shes ever had By day she sits in town Struming an old guitar By night she sleeps under the bridge Under the night stars. Hey Debbie what are you gonna do? When your past catches up with you? I think you'll be pretty screwed. Debbie what you gonna do? Debbie. Fade away into nothing. Fade away into nothing. Fade away into nothing. Dont fade away into nothing. (Organ) Now she sells her body To try and stay alive Plasters and Slits From the darkest knife Some say that its to late Theres nothing we can do Debbie this is a song A song for you. (About a minuite of Organ, Guitar, Light Drums and Ahhh to the Verse Tune) (Stop all except Organ) I think you've been drinking You look a little stoned Why does nobody ever ask Where did Debbie go? |
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