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Whatever news you had |
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Whatever shoes you had |
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Whatever made you mad enough |
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On the promenade you can |
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Give it a rest |
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Give it a seat |
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Or in the glass you can cut your feet |
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Pop a knee |
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Flesh torn |
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And everything else seems |
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A little worse for worn |
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A simple thing, I admit |
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Out I never did figure it |
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I can tell that I'm about to |
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I can tell when I'm without you |
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I've seen you juggle |
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I've seen your best |
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I've seen you running out of luck you pressed |
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I've seen the scores on how far up you fessed |
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Until a thinner air is what you're breathing now |
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So catch your breath |
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Don't just stand there holding it |
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I've seen you die a little death |
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I'm pretty sure you were here |
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But lately things tend to disappear |
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Like the days I never got around to |
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I can tell when I'm without you |
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Psychic on the corner |
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'Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea' |
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The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line |
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For Club Diplomacy |
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Be he's not on to me |
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Crossed Olympic to collect my fee |
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But there's no one in this neighborhood who |
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I can tell when I'm without you |
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I can tell when I'm without you |
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I can tell when I'm without you |
