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This city must belong to someone, |
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But it don't belong to me. |
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From the window I got here, |
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I count the traffic through my tears, |
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Wanting to write my ticket, write my ticket home. |
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I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me, |
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I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me. |
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Take me back, I was wrong. |
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Write my ticket home. |
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Place called Suzy's, I'm a waitress. |
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Sue says, "Girl, you'll get used to all this." |
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There is no way she could see |
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How much that cold rain gets to me, |
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How much I traded for a picture in my mind. |
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I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me. |
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I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me. |
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Take me back, I was wrong. |
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Write my ticket home. |
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I can hear 'em sitting 'round joking. |
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"She talks so big though she come back broken." |
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Well I had to try. |
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I ain't so proud. |
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I wish I were talking 'bout nothing with them right now. |
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I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me. |
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I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me. |
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Take me back, I was wrong. |
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Write my ticket, |
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Write my ticket, |
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Write my ticket home. |
