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Yeah, it's a shame, all right |
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'Cause all I got me here, is my steak knife |
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And out of the corner of my eye |
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I saw all the action |
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Slo-mo, and frame by frame |
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Oh, dear Lord, here we go again |
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Sly rap, that bitch of a man |
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And put some anger in the plan |
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Well, I still believe your city lights |
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You are my wife, I realize |
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I'll be around some time |
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Tuxedo clad, with a bottle of wine |
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With a bottle of wine |
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Downtown ain't changed that much |
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With souls and crackers, biting at your heels |
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Three dollar peckers, all jostling with movements |
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Bred out of fear |
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Selling all these colors |
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Like these colors thought they'd ever be, so dear |
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Well, look what I've got left |
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Yeah, it's second best and it's almost here |
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Well, I still believe your city lights |
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You are my wife, I realize |
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I'll be around some time |
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Tuxedo clad, with a bottle of wine |
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And I still believe your city lights |
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You are my wife, I realize |
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I'll be around some time |
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Tuxedo clad, with a bottle of wine |
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With a bottle of wine |
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With a bottle of wine |
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With a bottle of wine |
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Well, I still believe your city lights |
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You are my wife, I realize |
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Well, I'll be around some time |
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Tuxedo clad, with a bottle of wine |
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I still believe your city lights |
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You are my wife, I realize |
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And I'll be around some time |
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Tuxedo clad, with a bottle of wine, with a bottle of wine |
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Well, it's a shame, all right |
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'Cause all I got me here, is my steak knife |
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And a bottle of wine |
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It's a shame, all right |
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'Cause all I got me here, is my steak knife |
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And a bottle of wine, yeah |
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And a bottle of wine |