Epaulette

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I’m no crest
The epaulette on your shoulder, at best
But I can’t begin to make you understand
I can’t come home if you’re not there, wondering where I am

When I’m not home
Out, fucking around on the road, I know
I’m crazy for feeling so blue
‘Cause I know you wouldn’t want me to
I know you wouldn’t want me to