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Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been? |
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Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task. |
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You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know, |
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take that load off, looks like chest's about to go. |
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Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no? |
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Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright. |
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Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope you lose. |
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Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall, |
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Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl. |
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Your wasted words so absurd, are you really Satan, yes or no? |
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Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior, |
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Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior. |
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That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mister Clean, |
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'cause baby, I don't know how. |
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Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see, |
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find that broke down line and let it be. |
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Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV. |
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Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now, |
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By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me. |