| See the man on the busy street
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| He’s almost incomplete
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| He takes his pleasure in strange ways
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| And the lady in the liberty
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| She’s just like you and me
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| You wouldn’t know her at all
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| She takes a train up to the great big city
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| She knocks a door and steps right in
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| He’s just a fool that some would like to pity
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| They work to out in the house of sin
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| Night games, they pay for their
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| Night games, they work to numbers
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| They' don’t use names it says in the rules
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| It’s strictly for cools to play their night games
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| They pay for their night games
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| Always play one last frame
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| Games of the night
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| Every room is a different scene
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| Every one has a dirrefent dream
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| They make it anyway they choose
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| You can get anything you need
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| Anyone if the price’s agreed
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| And nothing left for you to lose
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| It’s entertainment for the lost and lonely
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| And cabaret for those who dare
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| The last attainment of the one and only
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| It’s got to be to get you there
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| Chorus & repeat |