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There's a man downstairs on the corner |
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Plays an ol flat top guitar |
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And any song for a quarter |
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And right now his playing ours |
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The cars go fast on these freeways |
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There's so much glass and chrome |
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Everything in the world, is at my fingertips |
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And all I want to do is come home |
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[Chorus:] |
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An I don't want to live in hurt city no more |
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There's a hole in my ceiling, an tears on my floor |
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Ain't nothing in the world worth leaving you for |
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I don't want to live in hurt city no more |
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Oh no |
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Last night I talked to your sister hmm |
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She said that you were gone |
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She said I'll just hang if you call here again |
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Why don't you leave her alone |
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Well |
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I just wanted to ask you |
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How much should one heart ache |
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An why must I pay for the rest of my life |
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For one foolish mistake, I want to know |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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(Half Verse /Bridge) |
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Lord these cars go fast on these freeways |
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There's so much glass and chrome |
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There's millions of people all around me |
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But all I want to do is come home |
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Let me come home |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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(Vamp) |
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I don't want to live in hurt city |
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Ain't nothing in the world |
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I don't want to live in hurt city |
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Oh no, no more |
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Oh I don't want to live |
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I don't want to live in hurt city |
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Wo no more |
