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The man walks down from the 99, |
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He's got holes in his pockets, he's got too much style, |
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He's going down, down to town, |
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Just to meet some pals and to get a bit high, |
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Going back by the 79, |
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So much things on his troubled mind, |
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He is full of whiskey and beer, |
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And soda and wine. |
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So he gets high, so he gets high, |
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So he gets high tonight, |
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*And so he gets high, so he gets high, |
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And so he gets high tonight. |
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He's not everybody he thinks he's the one, |
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Sitting on the pavement out of time, |
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*And* he won't listen to all those swines, |
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He'll break his bottle and fight, |
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The man walks down from the 99, |
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He's got holes in his pockets, he's got too much style, |
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He's going down, down to town, |
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Just to meet some pals and to get a bit high, |
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So he gets high so he gets high, |
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So he gets high tonight, |
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He's got dream in right eye, |
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And hope in the left one, |
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You have a lover for tonight, |
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He's got music 'til he dies |
