| The morning was cold and lonely
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| City lights old and grey
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| The sun arose trying to smile
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| Gave it all away
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| The honky-tonk called a stranger
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| The stranger couldn’t pay the bill
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| Made a stand, raised his hand
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| Sang a song, no time to kill
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| I said, Hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
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| I’ve got a tale to tell
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| I’ve just been down in New York town
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| It really feels like hell
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| It really feels like hell
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| Billy was out of fashion
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| Manhattan was years ago
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| Yesterday he wasted time
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| Money was kind of slow
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| Billy had friends of glory
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| Billy was a friend of fame
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| Took a chance, raised his hand
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| Sang a song, now he’s back in the game
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| Hey, St. Peter
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| Before you ring your bell
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| Just been down in New York town
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| Done my time in hell
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| Done my time in hell
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| I said, Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
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| It really feels like hell
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| It really feels like hell
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| It really feels like hell |