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Nobody loves you when you're down and out |
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Nobody sees you when you're on cloud nine |
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Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime |
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I'll scratch your back and you scratch mine |
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I've been across to the other side |
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I've shown you everything, I got nothing to hide |
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And still you ask me, do I love you, what it is, what it is |
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All I can tell you is it's all show biz |
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All I can tell you is it's all show biz |
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Nobody loves you when you're down and out |
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Nobody knows you when you're on cloud nine |
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Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime |
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I'll scratch your back and you knife mine |
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I've been across the water now so many times |
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I've seen the one-eyed witch doctor leading the blind |
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And still you ask me, do I love you, what you say, what you say |
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Every time I put my finger on it, it slips away |
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Every time I put my finger on it, it slips away |
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Well, I get up in the morning |
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And I'm looking in the mirror to see, ooh |
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Then I'm lying in the darkness |
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And I know, I can't get to sleep, ooh |
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Nobody loves you when you're old and gray |
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Nobody needs you when you're upside down |
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Everybody's hollerin' 'bout their own birthday |
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Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground |
