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I got a place with a view |
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You can see the cars |
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As they travel down the freeway |
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To clubs and bars |
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There's a woman downstairs |
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With matt-grey hair |
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An' she smiles when she tells me |
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There's no room for me here |
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They've got it in the city |
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They've got it in the country |
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But here in the suburbs |
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It's all so wishy-washy |
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It's all so wishy-washy |
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I got another place |
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This time with a fireplace |
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An' a woman can come around |
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Write poetry and feel safe |
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I said it's good for me now |
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But I'm not being fed |
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I said it's good for me now |
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But I'm not being fed |