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(donald fagen & walter becker) |
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I lived in no holy house but the grand hotel |
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The back streets of this old town i know so well. |
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And i drunk of no holy wine save muscatel; |
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Now my friend , i've got to go, |
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You tell everyone i know |
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I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, dallas; |
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I can't stay. |
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Should have been at the palace |
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Yesterday |
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Bye, bye, dallas; got to go |
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And i remember when they told me so. |
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Right now i'm wonderin' where |
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The good times have gone; |
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All the things i never loved when they wwas mine. |
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Hot city and an empty pocket make a man think on; |
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I've been living low so long, |
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Gotta get back where i belong. |
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I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, dallas; |
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I can't stay. |
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Should have been at the palace |
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Yesterday |
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Bye, bye, dallas; got to go |
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And i remember when they told me so. |
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Bye, bye, dallas; |
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I can't stay. |
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Should have been at the palace |
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Yesterday. |
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Ain't no bother; it's understood |
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Livin' under cover don't do no good. |
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Bye, bye, dallas. |
