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All I ever asked of you is a copy of Garage Days and to tell me the truth |
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There is no one watching you exit Ventura Highway |
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It's like I knew two of you, man |
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The one before and after we shook hands |
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Taking the calls but in all forgetting what's been said |
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And after dark in a cab in L.A |
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Forget about the meter man, these are salad days |
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Comes on the radio comes on and what's being said |
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Is you're no better than Sylvia |
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Chorus |
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No better than Sylvia |
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No better than Sylvia |
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Where you are, where you've been |
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No better than Sylvia |
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No better than Sylvia |
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Where you are, where you've been |
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Where you are, where you've been and where you've gone, oh no |
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Verse 2 |
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Here's a mark, he's a mark on the page |
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Dishing out the wisdom of this reflexive age |
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Dotting the eyes with an eye for defining what you were |
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So when you do that line tonight |
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Remember that it came at a steep price |
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And keep telling yourself there's more to you than her |
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But you're no better than Sylvia |
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Chorus |
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No better than Sylvia |
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Where you've been |
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No better than Sylvia |
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No better than Sylvia |
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Where you are and where you've been |
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No better than Sylvia |
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And where you've gone, where you've been and where you've gone, oh no |
