| Sun’s comin up in the West
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| I’ve got my pearl and my steel
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| And Bernie takes a look at Stacy
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| Says «boy, is this for real»
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| The heat is comin down and I’m not laughin
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| I pulled my trigger, I’m blastin for action
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| I jumped into the saddle, I’m not walkin
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| I’m sick of this town and all it’s talkin
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| This city has no heart
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| No no no no no heart
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| It’s got a mouth that keeps a runnin
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| And baby it won’t stop
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| No, it won’t stop
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| This city has no heart
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| It’s got a mouth that keeps a runnin
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| And baby it won’t stop
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| Face it, this place is a mess
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| It’s got a hole in the ceiling
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| The rain comes and washes away
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| All the hope and the feelin
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| And Jackie’s feelin numb, face down on the table
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| Greg is poppin bubble gum, makin love to Betty Grable
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| Walkin up and down the streets of blood fashion
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| I’ve had it up to here with this so called attraction
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| This city has no heart
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| No no no no no heart
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| It’s got a mouth that keeps a runnin
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| And baby it won’t stop
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| No, it won’t stop
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| This city has no heart
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| It’s got a mouth that keeps a runnin
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| And baby it won’t stop
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| I said hey, this city has no heart
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| Gypsy junkie baby, you’re sittin in the sun
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| And there’s no use tryin, but you did it again, oh no |