| There’s a man downstairs on the corner
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| Plays an ol flat top guitar
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| And any song for a quarter
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| And right now his playing ours
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| The cars go fast on these freeways
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| There’s so much glass and chrome
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| Everything in the world, is at my fingertips
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| And all I want to do is come home
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| An I don’t want to live in hurt city no more
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| There’s a hole in my ceiling, an tears on my floor
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| Ain’t nothing in the world worth leaving you for
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| I don’t want to live in hurt city no more
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| Oh no
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| Last night I talked to your sister hmm
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| She said that you were gone
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| She said I’ll just hang if you call here again
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| Why don’t you leave her alone
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| Well
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| I just wanted to ask you
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| How much should one heart ache
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| An why must I pay for the rest of my life
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| For one foolish mistake, I want to know
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| (Half Verse /Bridge)
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| Lord these cars go fast on these freeways
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| There’s so much glass and chrome
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| There’s millions of people all around me
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| But all I want to do is come home
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| Let me come home
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| (Vamp)
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| I don’t want to live in hurt city
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| Ain’t nothing in the world
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| I don’t want to live in hurt city
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| Oh no, no more
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| Oh I don’t want to live
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| I don’t want to live in hurt city
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| Wo no more |