| First time I came to the city, I knew just what I’d do
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| I got me some wheels, and a grip I could feel
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| Some wine and some tape for my reel-to-reel
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| This time around, I thought I’d make a good thing last
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| I thought I’d do a whole lot better
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| I tried to make sense, and I was getting quite good at it
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| Somehow, I got washed up and I lost it entirely
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| So take one more look at me, honey
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| Why am I not sitting on top of your hill?
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| I’m not in the mood, not fit for the climb
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| I do what I can, but I’m falling behind you
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| Look at what I’m willing to give you
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| You can have both of my eyes
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| Throw me in a hole and let me fade away slow
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| But please don’t abandon my soul
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| The second time I came to the city, things got really weird
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| Some things never change- I lost it once again
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| I took a chance, it got me here
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| But where that is is not too clear
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| Look at what I’m willing to do for you
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| You can have both of my eyes
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| Throw them in a hole and let them rot away slow
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| But please don’t abandon my soul
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| Please don’t abandon my soul |