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How're you going to make your way in the world |
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When you weren't cut out for working? |
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When your fingers are slender and frail |
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How're you going to get around in this sleazy bedroom town |
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If you don't put yourself up for sale? |
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Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles? |
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Who's gonna know who you are? |
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Drugs and wine and flattering light |
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You must try it again till you get it right |
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Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night |
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All these people with no home to go home to |
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They'd all like to spend the night with you maybe |
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I would, too |
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But tell me how're you going to make your way in the world, woman |
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When you weren't cut out for working? |
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And you just can't concentrate and you always show up late |
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You said you were an actress |
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Yes, I believe you are |
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I thought you'd be a star |
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So I drank up all the money, yes |
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I drank up all the money |
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With these phonies in this |
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Hollywood bar |
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These friends of mine in this |
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Hollywood bar |
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Loneliness and frustration |
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We both came down with an acute case |
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When the lights came up at two |
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I caught a glimpse of you |
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And your face looked like something |
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Death brought with him in his suitcase |
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Your pretty face it looked so wasted |
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Another pretty face devastated |
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The French inhaler he stamped and mailed her |
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So long, Norman she said, so long, |
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Norman |
