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The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me |
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And all us poor cripples who've been in the wars |
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And up sleeping on her floor... |
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Woah ! When you're scared of down and out |
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You keep it to yourself and if anyone suspects |
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You say : "Who me ? Hardly !" |
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You tell him "Thank your stars, this isn't Derby day 'Cos it's clear you've got the gift for backing the wrong horse, Charlie." |
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Woah ! When you're scared of down and out |
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You camouflage your fear with a fakin' |
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D.J. smile |
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And maybe some boogie dancin' |
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But there's no need to be proud |
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Hey if something's hurtin' you |
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Could be it hurts your brothers too |
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From Langley |
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Park to Memphis |
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Last night, last night |
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I dreamed |
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I dared to raise my head |
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The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me |
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Singin' : "Sometimes the job gets you down You're ashamed that the word will get round Well all you poor cripples who've been in the wars End up sleeping on my floor." |
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Woah ! Now some will spin you yarns to keep you quiet for a while |
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But you know that's not my style, who needs fancy footwork ? ' |
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Cos none of it adds up, no it doesn't weigh a thing |
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And it doesn't buy you beer, from |
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Langley Park to |
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Memphis Last ight, last night |
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I dreamed |
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I dared to raise my head |
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The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me |
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Singin' : "Here you are, and I won't tell you've no one else but me Every night I know you'll be here staring hungrily Well here you are, no I won't tell 'cos everyone I know Wanders down here every night they've nowhere else to go." |
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The Venus of the soup kitchen is standing there over me |
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Every night |
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I'm gonna be here staring hungrily |
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The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me |
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And all us poor cripples who've been in the wars |
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End up sleeping on her floor |
