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Wasted And Wounded, It Ain’t What The Moon Did

and it’s a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal no prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey and goodnight to the street sweepers the night watchman flame keepers and goodnight Matilda, too. —Tom Waits, Waltzing Matilda, full lyrics