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Dah-town! doldrums! |
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Depression's a local custom |
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If I had waited 'til I had the money |
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I'd have never left it |
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Found no exit |
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Every reason to stay |
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Was reason to get out of there faster |
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Yet sixteen postcards later |
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Can't believe that I've made it here |
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To a cafe by a river |
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Where street lamps shame the lovers |
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And any time I want to |
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I can be one of them |
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Told that crazy Russian |
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To practice his jazz driving |
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With some other hitch-hiker |
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At land's end, lovely weather |
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But weird food, weirder water |
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"Heads'"? I stay, "Tails"? back on the train |
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I meet this Charlie |
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With a package at the border |
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No questions, if there's a jam |
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Claim I'm Canadian |
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At last, wild and reckless |
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'Fore I could say I wasn't that kind of girl, I was |
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At the corner of a one-way and nowhere |
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Some city, can't pronounce the name |
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Got lost, on purpose |
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Careful, cautious kept me home |
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Big teasers, promised plenty |
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Here I've got nothing, and nothing is, nothing is |
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luxury |
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Trick English, Italian gestures, survival French |
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Got me in the casino |
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An evening at the wheels |
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A double zero won a mercenary |
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Who bought me drinks and dinner |
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But I had enough of soldiers |
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Last seat on the last express |
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To "I'll know when I get there" |
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How the world is stuck together |
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As long as there is motion |
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There'll be adventures |
