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Clapton |
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Life in the city is a cul-de-sac |
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Everybody wears a two faced mask |
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Trade virtues in a thin disguise |
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That's why they can't look you in the eye |
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Making money is a means to an end |
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But all that money cannot buy good friends |
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Caught in the tangle of your own self doubt |
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Hope nobody gonna find you out |
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You're gonna have to trust somebody |
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You can't go flying with a broken wing |
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All you've gotta do is call on me |
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We are gonna be the best of friends |
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The only way you're ever gonna work things out |
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Is turn away from the fears and doubts |
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You're looking helpless as a refugee |
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There's so many things you just can't see |
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Can't trade emotions on an I.O.U. |
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You're gonna find that the joke's on you |
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Gold diggers at the midnight mass |
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Sell their souls away for cold hard cash |
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All of us strangers from the twilight zone |
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Got no direction and we can't find home |
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You're gonna have to trust somebody |
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You can't go flying with a broken wing |
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All you've gotta do is call on me |
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We are gonna be the best of friends |
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The only way you're ever gonna work things out |
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Is turn away from the fears and doubts |
