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First last night we're riding home |
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With friends in a big blue car |
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For this man fed us rubbish |
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As if it were caviar |
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We told him, "Sir, please go away |
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We're innocent of crimes" |
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He hit me with his black nightstick |
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And all I heard were cries |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I asked her for a date one night |
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She thought it'd be a laugh |
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I'd take her to a restaurant |
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And then I took her path |
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I waited at my house that night |
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For her phone call to come |
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She'd gone off with a wealthy man |
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Who came from mile long |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, I'm falling |
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I'm falling, yes I'm falling |