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The clubs are all closed and the ladies are leaving |
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There's nobody, nobody knows on the street |
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A few stranded souls standing cold at the station |
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And nowhere to go but to bed and to sleep |
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Lord would you look at you now that you're here |
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Ain't you proud of your peers and the long way you've come? |
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All alone all the way on your own who's to say |
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That you've thrown it away for a song |
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Boy you've sure come a long way from home |
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So it's so long, so many, so far behind you |
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Fair weather friends that you no longer know |
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You still got the same lonely songs to remind you |
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Of someone you seemed to be so long ago |
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Lord would you look at you now that you're here |
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Ain't you proud of your peers and the long way you've come? |
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All alone all the way on your own who's to say |
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That you've thrown it away for a song |
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Boy you've sure come a long way from home |
