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I could move to a small town |
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And become a waitress |
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Say my name was stacy |
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And I was figuring things out |
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See, my baby, he left me |
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And I don't feel like staying here tonight |
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I remember sleepless nights |
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I remember chicago |
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I remember the music |
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From the downstairs bar |
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Girls, they just want to have fun |
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And the rest of us hardly know who we are |
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It's a dark, twisted road we are on |
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And we are to walk it alone |
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I could join the circus |
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When they come to town |
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Me and the freaks, the tamers |
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And that old sad clown |
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I'd walk across that tight rope |
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Head held high |
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So close to death |
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I'd never fell nor lie |
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You know, it's a dark, twisted road we are on |
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And we are to walk it alone |
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I could drive out to the ocean |
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And just stare in awe |
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I could walk across the beaches |
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And sleep under the stars |
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Our love would seem trivial and obscure |
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Now and never feel lost anymore |
