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You've got nowhere to go but up |
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To where you'll dine with foreign kings |
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You can't forget about our tryst |
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And all those other fleeting things |
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And will they train you like a dog? |
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And will they walk you down my street? |
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The wind will whistle our old songs: |
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The ones I'll always keep |
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You've got nowhere to go |
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I've got a bone to pick with you |
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About the argument we had |
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The day you got into that cab |
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And said my world is in your past |
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You've got nowhere to go |
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There must be something wrong with me |
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My mind is just a sickly little alibi |
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And why am I surprised you're giving up on me? |
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Goodbye: the word you're wielding like a knife |
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You've got nowhere to go |
