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(ian hunter) |
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One more town on the merry-go-round |
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One more room with no view |
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One more punk eatin' nothing but junk |
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Trin' to make a phone call to you |
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Well maybe i'll never, get myself together |
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But something's in the back of my mid |
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It only takes one call-you can laugh at 'em all |
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You're never too small to hit the big time |
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One more slob feeling sick as a dog |
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After one more night on the booze |
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One more dive more dead that alive |
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Tryin' to get my message through |
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Now, maybe i'll never get my self together |
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Maybe its the end of the line |
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But i'm having a ball-bouncin' off the walls |
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You're never too small to hit the big time |
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You're never too small, you're never too small |
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You're never to small to hit the big time |
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They can make you crawl, they can make you fall |
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But you're never to small to hit the big time |
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You're never too small, you're never to small |
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You're never too small to hit the big time |
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If you're fat, if you're bald it don't matter at all |
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'cos you're never to small-i said you're never to small |
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To hit the big time (yes indeed) |
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(the big time(- limousines) |
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(the big time)-you can have it all |
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(the big time)- i say you're never too small |
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One more crowd shoutin'-turn it up loud |
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One more rose at my feet |
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One more ring from that cute little thing |
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One more reason to cheat |
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Well, maybe i'll never get myself together |
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Maybe its the end of the line... |