| Livin' in the city
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| Nobody said it would be easy
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| Seven million lonely souls
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| It’s a sweet shame it’s a pity
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| When you realize those city lights ain’t pretty
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| The streets ain’t paved with gold
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| You want to be somebody
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| I want to be somebody
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| Let’s, let’s knock the door they gotta let us in, yeah
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| I got my fingers on the handle
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| Got another angle
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| Get your aces up your sleeve
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| Lets go gamblin'
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| Every winner is a villian
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| Every loser is a hero
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| Let’s put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
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| And dance like it’s year zero
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| When the frunt-runners lose their riders
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| On the ten to one outsiders
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| Hold the, the future in their hands
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| Let’s fool the broken face pretenders and
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| The casino cool contenders
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| Grab the chips and put the booty in the bag
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| When every winner is a villain
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| Every loser is a hero
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| Put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
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| And dance like it’s year zero
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| You want to be somebody
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| I want to be somebody
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| Let’s knock the door they gotta let is in, in, in
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| They gotta let us in
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| Wha!
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| Well, every winner is a villain
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| Every loser is a hero
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| Let’s put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
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| And dance like it’s year zero
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| Every winner is a villian
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| Every loser is a hero
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| Let’s put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
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| And dance like it’s year zero
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| You gotta be out of your fuck… fuck…fucking mind! |