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-for andy field |
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Raw meat for the balcony |
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Another mugging in tin pan alley |
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Another heart of attack takes the centre stage |
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You might think i'm getting cynical |
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But after these years i can still pass the physical |
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Still got my corner, still got my edge |
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And the waitress takes an order for another round |
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As i try to blend my way into the crowd |
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The hunter of the autograph he wants my name |
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And i just can't find the strength to turn him down |
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Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong |
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I don't need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime |
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Just a tear in the public eye |
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From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me |
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Some sort of reaction is all that i need |
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The cognac goes down better in the hotel room, |
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When you're staring at the writing on the wall |
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Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down |
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When it's just another lyric going for a song |
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We're low on life on the highway in search of coin |
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Picking up the pennies from the road |
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Guided by direction in the wake of stars |
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We were driven by a dream that's broken down |
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But the bandwagon's parked up in another town |
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We hope tomorrow its heading out our way |
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To get us out the tunnel where we've paid our dues |
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With friends we buried there beyond the lights |
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Raw meat for the balcony |
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Is that all i am, is that all i'm going to be? |
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Raw meat for the balcony, |
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Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny? |
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But if that bandwagon takes off for another town |
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And the suits that buy the wine don't like my song |
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Though i'm playing to empty tables |
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Till the curtain falls |
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I'll always find the strength to carry on |
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I'll always have the strength to carry on |
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I'm raw meat! |
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(dick/paterson) |