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Walked the streets at night |
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Head low |
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To cross the borderline |
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That only you know |
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Then inside your room |
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You'll show |
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The man you did not want to be |
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Are you big enough? |
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Are you losing your touch? |
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And if you walk away |
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Don't you know you'd better change |
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From these early days |
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Don't want to let go |
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You'd climb the stairs of change |
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To her room |
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Held those clothes so soft |
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Was it so good |
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To paint the face the scars of youth? |
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Are you big enough? |
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Are you losing your touch? |
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And if you walk away |
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Don't you know you'd better change |