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Here we are |
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We drift like gas |
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On someone else's bed |
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I pay high you know |
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Here we are |
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How old are you |
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It's just a job to me |
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Here the ladies always ring twice |
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Thought you'd slip away tonight with me |
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In a subway i called 'you' |
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Hello you no more this talk of |
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'my boys will be yours' |
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No more 'i' |
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This conversation drains |
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My patience dry. |
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Here the business always rings twice |
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No relaxing for the boys tonight |
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In a subway i called 'you' |
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Here the tension always slows twice |
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Shed one tear it's just routine for now |
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In a subway i called 'you' |