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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel |
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You were talking so brave and so sweet |
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Giving me head on the unmade bed |
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While the limousines wait in the street |
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Those were the reasons and that was New York |
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We were running for the money and the flesh |
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And that was called love for the workers in song |
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Probably still is for those of them left |
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Ah but you got away, didn't you babe |
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You just turned your back on the crowd |
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You got away I never once heard you say |
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I need you, I don't need you |
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I need you, I don't need you |
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And all of that jivin' around |
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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel |
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You were famous your heart was a legend |
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You told me again you preferred handsome men |
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But for me you would make an exception |
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And clenching your fist for the ones like us |
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Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty |
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You fixed yourself and said "Well never mind |
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We are ugly but we have the music" |
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And then you got away yeah didn't you babe |
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You just turned your back on the crowd |
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You got away I never once heard you say |
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I need you, I don't need you |
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I need you, I don't need you |
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And all of that jivin' around |
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I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best |
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I can't keep track of each fallen robin |
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I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel |
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That's all, I don't even think of you that often |
