| Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling out
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| With the boys who crave regrets
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| Bandana hanging around her neck
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| A checkered flag in a crowd who’s singing
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| «Save us from this life of nine to five»
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| Four, three, two
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| One night left for us to feel alive
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| Harmonicas and tambourines
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| They’re living in her head but dying in her magazines
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| Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
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| They’re living in her head but dying in her magazines
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| Say maybe yes, say maybe no
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| A bit too loud and the lights a bit too low
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| She never needed a cameo until the chain gang started to sing
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| «Save us from this life of nine to five»
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| Four, three, two
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| One night left for us to feel alive
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| Harmonicas and tambourines
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| They’re living in her head but dying in her magazines
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| Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
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| They’re living in her head but dying in her magazines
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| Harmonicas and tambourines
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| They’re living in her head but dying in her magazines
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| Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
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| They’re living in her head but dying in her magazines
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| Harmonicas and tambourines
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| They’re living in her head but dying in her magazines
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| Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
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| They’re living in her head but dying in her magazines |