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I know a guy he's from far far away |
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He's a songwriter he's got something to say |
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He says people in this city are too busy to hang out |
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The towns so spread out no one would hear you if you shout |
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Everyone's got a script to sell |
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And some place else they want to be |
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There's always a lock that would open |
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If you could just find the key |
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But I know the patron saint of desperate causes |
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Doesn't ring his fingers with diamonds and ruby roses |
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Some say there's no solution to all this disillusion |
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But what am I to say to you who simply doesn't care |
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There's a lonely girl riding the bus in the middle of the night |
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She calls herself up to hear a friendly voice |
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She says, "Hi this is Casandra leave your name and your number and I'll call you back if I have the time and if I remember." |
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Paddy cake, paddy cake |
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Barkeep man pour me a beer as fast as you can |
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What to do with all this sadness that I see |
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Lord knows it ain't easy being green |
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Some say there's no solution to all this disillusion |
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But what is there to say to you who simply doesn't care |
