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A struck match faded like a nervous laugh
Beyond the halo of a naked bulb
Your low voice mingles with your other half's;
Schoolfriends in second-hand clothes
Eventually your world will shrink within four walls
Of neglected debts and stolen stereos.
So move away Jimmy Blue
Before your small, small town turns around
and sw*llows you
A drunk mother was the cue
For the legendary things that you do
Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face
Behind the old glue factory too.
So move away Jimmy Blue
Before your small, small town turns around
and sw*llows you
Wet feet visit the same old places
Finding nothing new
It's a binful of tissues from made-up faces
In a townful of nothing to do
A love match with the moon
In a layby, while insects hum and
You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb
Jimmy Blue.
So move away, yeh,
Move away Jimmy Blue
Before your small, small town
Turns around and sw*llows you.