| My thoughts are dirty
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| When there’s no one in the room
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| If you were a lonely traveler like me
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| You’d be the same way too
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| I could have gone out dancin'
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| At the fancy opera house
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| Instead I ordered room service
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| I bought a ticket home, drunk-dialed my brother
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| And ignored every message from you
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| You say my desires are outlandish
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| That I’m weak-minded and half-true
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| It’s just when you think you got a hold of it all
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| It all gets a hold of you
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| But when I’m back in town
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| You won’t see me hangin' around
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| 'Cause I was who I was and I am who I am now
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| I heard you ran off with Penny Lane
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| Your Irish mistress of the stone
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| She calms your sailor mouth and keeps you sane
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| Makes your garden grow
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| When I’m back, I’ll hear the useless talk
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| A piece of news on everyone
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| Those that are fixed, and those now that are lost
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| Those forever no one
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| But when I’m back in town
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| You won’t see me hangin' around
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| 'Cause I was who I was and I am who I am now
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| When this highway ends I guess I’ll write you back
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| We’ll catch up and paint the town
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| When this highway ends, I’ll guess I’ll empty my sack
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| And meet you on your side of town |