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First your mama and your papa |
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Sent you to the finest school |
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Never let it be said |
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That their little darlin' was a fool |
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So, with a credit card in your good name |
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You were drawn like a moth to the flame |
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To the people of the night |
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Where you more or less lost your cool |
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You had 20/20 vision |
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And still you were walkin' 'round blind |
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Yes and whether right or wrong |
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I'd still tag along behind |
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But you're flyin' too high for me |
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And if this is how it's got to be |
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Then it's time to say |
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You go your way and |
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I'll go mine |
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It's been a gas but |
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I'm gonna have to pass |
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These are not people, no |
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These are not my people |
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And it looks like the end, my friend |
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Gotta get in the wind, my friend |
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You found yourself naked |
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In the world with no place to hide |
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Then you felt the pulse of your |
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GodAnd He had died |
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Then your rebels that have got no cause |
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And your tigers that have got no claws |
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They promised you world on a string |
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But you know they lied |
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You know, you said you'd be back |
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In a black |
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Cadillac limousine |
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But you know, |
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I'm inclined to think |
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It's not the kind you mean' |
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Cause when you fall down from off your cloud |
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And you're just another face in the crowd |
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They're gonna throw you away |
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Like last week's magazines |
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It's been a gas but |
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I'm gonna have to pass |
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These are not people, no, no |
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These are not my people |
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And it looks like the end, my friend |
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I gotta get in the wind, my friend |
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It looks like the end, my friend |
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I gotta get in the wind, my friend |
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It looks like the end, my friend |
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Gotta get in the wind, my friend |
