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One half of one bottle of last night's chianti |
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Some suffering oranges, yesterday's bread |
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You said you might stop by after your party |
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So I'm laying out all that I have |
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When I moved to the city I thought I'd be busy |
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Running from engagement to appointment to date |
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But I'm not and I don't and it looks like I won't be |
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Becoming the new flame in town |
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Well you said you might drop by after your party |
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And that's good enough for me now |
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Jaded young women pass by by the handful |
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And by the handful they throw away chance |
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Chances I'd die for, die for and live for |
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And chance is what I live it all up to today |
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One half of one bottle of last night's chianti |
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Some suffering old oranges, yesterday's bread |
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You said you might drop by after your party |
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And I'm afraid this all that I have |
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Well you said you might drop by after your party |
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And I'm afraid this all that I have |
