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The last car on the line |
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I guess you're back doing time |
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The ghost of Christmas past |
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Left Walt Whitman in the trash |
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You started out with nothing but lonely days |
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You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom |
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You started with nothing but throwaways |
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You couldn't live with me so you moved to |
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Brooklyn |
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Artificial desserts |
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Some have cars some have kids |
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Hit the Pathmark after work |
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Some never been past the bridge |
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You started out with nothing but lonely days |
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You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom |
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You started with nothing but throwaways |
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You couldn't live with me so you moved to |
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Brooklyn |
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I sometimes lie awake until sunrise |
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Wondering how we become what we despise |
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No more couches to surf |
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Only beaches in your dreams |
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No more trannies near work |
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It's still a drag walking in Queens |
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It's all blood money in the bank |
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Somehow some people find the nerve |
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Like the soldiers they thank down in DC |
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If I could only find the words |
