| Taking sides, planning a trip
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| No place like home if only I could afford it
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| Ticket to ride, connected by the hip
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| Surviving on the dabs of the dust in your pocket
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| Four minute mile, a dressing down by your friend
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| You haven’t seen in a while, all comes to a head
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| With just one smile to say what is said
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| She’s light as a feather, I’m heavier than lead
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| You’re useless to me, Jilly Armeen
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| Last time I ever sing a song for them
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| Using you under pseudonym, never again
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| You always went for my friends and not for me
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| Deep cuts and shards of glass
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| Broken bones in plaster cast
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| Hand on the shoulder, he starts to laugh
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| You don’t hear planes when you live under the flight path
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| You’re useless to me, Jilly Armeen
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| Last time I ever sing a song for them
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| Using you under pseudonym, never again
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| You always went for my friends and not for me
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| You’re useless to me, Jilly Armeen
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| Last time I ever sing a song for them
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| Using you under pseudonym, never again
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| You always went for my friends and not for me |