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First your mama and your papa sent you to the finest schools |
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Never let it be said that their little darling was a fool, so with a credit card |
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And your good name, you were drawn like a moth to the flame |
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To that crowd of the night where you more or less lost your cool |
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You had 20-20 vision and still you are walking 'round blind |
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And whether right or wrong, I'd still tag along behind |
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Now if you think that's reality and girl that's where you wanna be |
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It's time to say, you go your way and I'll go mine |
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It's been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass |
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These are not my people |
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These are not my people |
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Looks like the end, my friend |
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I got to get in the wind, my friend |
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You found yourself naked in the world with no place to hide |
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Then you feel the pulse of your god and he has died |
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Now you're a rebel that's got no cause, yeah, a tiger that's got no claws |
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They promised you the world on a string but you know they lied |
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You said you'd be back in a big black limousine but you know |
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I'm inclined to believe it's not the kind you mean 'cause when you fall |
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Down up off your cloud and you're just a little face in the crowd |
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They're gonna throw you away like the last week's magazines |
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It's been a gas but I think I'm gonna pass |
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These are not my people |
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These are not my people |
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Looks like the end, my friend |
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I got to get in the wind, my friend |
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Looks like the end, my friend |
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I got to get in the wind |
