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Standing on a corner in downtown l.a. |
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Waiting for the man to come along |
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She comes up to me and says ' too bad, too sad' |
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You know that he's been dead and gone. |
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L.a. lady, kinda shady |
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She picked him up and took him home |
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I woke up groggy my sight was smoggy |
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And i knew that it had been blown |
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Early in the morning sitting in a hotel |
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Moscow's looking fine through the wine |
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Spaced out i crashed out |
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When the k.g.b. came on the line. |
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It's a cold one, bein' sent down |
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It's gotta be fifty below |
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Mama here's a postcard to let you know |
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I'm in a saltmine and looking for coal |
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Shanghai'd in shanghai |
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Stood on in tuscon |
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Ripped off and kicked right out the bed |
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Flyin' across the desert from texas to tuscon |
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But we're headed for a southern star |
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The captain says it's fine in havana |
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This dude behind me needs a cigar. |
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He's a big one, he's got a big gun |
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I guess we better go along |
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Mister we've got a gig in arizona |
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Second billing to the rolling stones |
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Shanghai'd in shanghai |
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Stood on in tuscon |
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Ripped off and kicked right out the bed |
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Shanghai'd in shanghai |
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Laid low in 'frisco |
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Done in and left behind for dead |
