| Lucy worked a different club every day,
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| And though she put her mind to it,
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| Her heart was never in it,
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| She stayed around just long enough to get paid,
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| She won’t pass the time with you, she can’t stay a minute,
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| And all these changing faces never bothered her at all,
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| They just existed like a back-drop or a pattern on the wall,
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| Lucy looks like someone who is waiting for a call,
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| She knows he’ll come, but no-one else can hear at all,
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| Lucy finds the dressing room and the bar,
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| Hangs her clothes up, hopes tonight,
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| The contract won’t be broken,
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| Well, they kick you round so much when you’re not a star,
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| Make you play all night just for a pittance or a token,
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| But all these imperfections never bothered her at all,
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| She says it sharpens your perception when your back’s against the wall,
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| There’s something that enables her to rise above it all,
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| To shrug it off, just when it seems to go too far,
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| Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel the pain comin' on inside,
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| Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don’t know why,
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| You don’t know why.
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| The last time that I saw her she had given up the chase,
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| Moved away to California, got a suntan on her face,
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| She said that life was just another time another space,
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| It’s over now, she learned a lot, it’s not a waste,
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| Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel the pain comin' on inside
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| Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don’t know why,
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| Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel yourself reaching out inside,
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| Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don’t know why. |