| Priests and the, the judges, rabbis pay very well
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| We aren’t really here 'til we’ve found a way
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| A way to die, a way to die
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| Talking emptiness send to the edge, bump shots and religion
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| The saloon is my refuge
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| Uptown folks pay very well, indeed
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| Uptown folks pay very well, indeed
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| Back to the, the garden where the rich folks love a walk
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| Don’t chop wood for practice, your place is here in the world
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| Delirium, delirium, maybe it’s just cold outside
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| Crooked bones show the king’s feet
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| Uptown folks pay very well, indeed
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| Uptown folks pay very well, indeed
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| Back to the, the garden
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| Back to the garden we will go
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| Back to the, the garden
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| Back to the garden we will go
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| Back to the, the garden
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| Back to the garden we will go
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| Back to the, the garden
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| Back to the garden we will go
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| Back to the, the garden
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| Back to the garden we will go
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| Back to the, the garden
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| Back to the garden we will go
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| Uptown folks pay very well
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| Uptown folks pay very well
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| Uptown folks pay very well
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| Uptown folks pay very well, indeed
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| Uptown folks pay very well
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| Uptown folks pay very well
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| Uptown folks, they pay very well |