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Hey Jane Lyrics - Teenage Graffiti - Pink Spiders

The polyester vest she wears at the arcade 

On a break from tearing tickets 

Every minute spent on this old pinball machine 

 

Savin' up her money to pay her tuition 

Got a little left over, she thinks 

So she puts it in the machine 

'Cause she's got a high score to beat 

 

Hey Jane, I got a little money 

Wanna spend it on a night away 

We'll drive until tomorrow 

Drive a mile for all our sorrows 

 

Hey Jane, I know you're hungry, honey 

But I promise you that things will change 

Just don't let your life's income 

Determine your life's outcome, hey Jane 

 

She had a good job that she traded for cocaine 

Every day became the same 

And yesterdays were celebrated but forgotten so fast 

 

'Cause everyone around her surrounds her in excess 

She's trying harder to convince herself 

That all her better days are not in the past 

And that this paycheck's gonna last 

 

Hey Jane, I got a little money 

Wanna spend it on a night away 

We'll drive until tomorrow 

Drive a mile for all our sorrows 

 

Hey Jane, I know you're hungry, honey 

But I promise you that things will change 

Just don't let your life's income 

Determine your life's outcome, hey Jane 

 

Hey Jane, I got a little money 

Wanna spend it on a night away 

We'll drive until tomorrow 

Drive a mile for all our sorrows 

 

Hey Jane, I know you're hungry, honey 

But I promise you that things will change 

Just don't let your life's income 

Determine your life's outcome 

 

Hey Jane, I got a little money 

Wanna spend it on a night away 

We'll drive until tomorrow 

Drive a mile for all our sorrows 

 

Hey Jane, I know you're hungry, honey 

But I promise you that things will change 

Just don't let your life's income 

Determine your life's outcome, hey Jane 

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