| Standing on a corner in downtown L.A.
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| Waiting for the man to come along
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| She comes up to me and says «too bad, too sad»
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| You know that he’s been dead and gone.
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| L.A. lady, kinda shady
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| She picked him up and took him home
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| I woke up groggy my sight was smoggy
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| And I knew that it had been blown
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| Early in the morning sitting in a hotel
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| Moscow’s looking fine through the wine
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| Spaced out I crashed out
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| When the K.G.B. |
| came on the line.
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| It’s a cold one, bein' sent down
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| It’s gotta be fifty below
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| Mama here’s a postcard to let you know
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| I’m in a saltmine and looking for coal
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| Shanghai’d in Shanghai
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| Stood on in Tuscon
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| Ripped off and kicked right out the bed
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| Flyin' across the desert from Texas to Tuscon
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| But we’re headed for a southern star
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| The captain says it’s fine in Havana
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| This dude behind me needs a cigar.
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| He’s a big one, he’s got a big gun
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| I guess we better go along
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| Mister we’ve got a gig in Arizona
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| Second billing to the Rolling Stones
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| Shanghai’d in Shanghai
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| Stood on in Tuscon
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| Ripped off and kicked right out the bed
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| Shanghai’d in Shanghai
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| Laid low in 'Frisco
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| Done in and left behind for dead |