Tom Waits "A good man is hard to find" From "Blood Money" I always play Russian Roulette in my head Seventeen black or twenty-nine red How far from the gutter How far from the pew I'll always remember to forget about you A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed and my favorite words are good-bye and my favorite color is red A long dead soldier looks out from the frame no one remembers his war no one remembers his name Go out to the meadow Scare off all the crows It does nothing but rain here nothing will grow A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed and my favorite words are good-bye and my favorite color is my favorite color is my favorite color is red
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