| Revolving doors what have I done
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| Someone on the TV attempting love
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| Revolving doors what will I become
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| A redneck song
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| Paid up for seven
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| But he only got an eight now, now
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| I feel that I’m paused by all the pills
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| I see no wronging
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| On a foggy day
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| Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston
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| Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston…
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| I sit in a diner
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| And the Beatles play
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| I’m paid up for a seven
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| But I only got s. |
| o-eight oh now
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| Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston…
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| I feel that I’m paused by all the pills
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| I seem to run out here
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| Revolving doors
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| It’s stormy on the eastern sea board
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| He got silver up his night
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| He paid up for three
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| But got only two
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| Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston
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| Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston…
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| Then he said
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| Seems I was born for this
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| Seems I was born to this
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| Revolving doors
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| Revolving doors |