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In the corner |
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Of my eye |
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I saw you in Rudy's |
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You were very high |
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You were high |
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It was a cryin' disgrace |
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They saw your face |
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On the counter |
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By your keys |
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Was a book of numbers |
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And your remedies |
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One of these |
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Surely will screen out the sorrow |
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But where are you tomorrow |
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I can't cry anymore |
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While you run around |
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Break away |
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Just when it |
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Seems so clear |
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That it's |
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Over now |
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Drink your big black cow |
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And get out of here |
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Down to Greene Street |
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There you go |
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Lookin' so outrageous |
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And they tell you so |
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You should know |
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How all the pros play the game |
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You change your name |
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Like a gangster |
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On the run |
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You will stagger homeward |
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To your precious one |
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I'm the one |
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Who must make everything right |
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Talk it out till daylight |
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I don't care anymore |
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Why you run around |
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Break away |
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Just when it |
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Seems so clear |
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That it's |
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Over now |
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Drink your big black cow |
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And get out of here |
