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I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite |
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Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet |
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I'm going back to the folks that I used to know |
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Where everyone is what they seems to be |
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And these high-class friends that you like to hang around |
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When they look my way they're always looking down |
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I'm tired of spending every dime I make |
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To finance this way of life I've learned to hate |
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I'm going back to a better class of loser |
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This up-town living's really got me down |
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I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers |
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And who buy their coffee beans already ground |
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You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine |
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But a better class of loser suits me fine |
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You say the grass is greener on the other side |
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From where I stand I can't see grass at all |
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And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel |
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It takes more than caviar to have a ball |
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I'm going back to a better class of loser |
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This up-town living's really got me down |
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I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers |
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And who buy their coffee beans already ground |
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You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine |
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But a better class of loser suits me fine |
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You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine |
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But a better class of loser suits me fine |
