| 42nd Street psycho blues
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| And I’m paying off the man
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| He can make me, he can break me
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| And I know that he can
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| If I didn’t have need to be sketching my song
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| I would leave this dirty business
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| And return to the norm
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| Blind man on the corner
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| Won’t you show me my way?
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| If you see my friend the star
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| Ask him how the Syndicate is
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| And has he finished with paying them
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| For the promotion job they did
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| If you should see my manager
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| Tell him I was trying to be good
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| Mouth just happened to open
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| Fingers couldn’t help but move
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| Blind man on the corner
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| Won’t you show me my way?
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| 42nd Street psycho blues
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| No I don’t go to partis anymore
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| When they ask for ntertainment
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| I don’t feel like a guest
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| I feel like a whore
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| Don’t smoke or curse in public, kid
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| Your image won’t sell
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| Trapped within the confines
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| Of my own private hell
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| Blind man on the corner
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| Won’t you show me my way?
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| Isn’t it right, I’m praying tonight
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| And you won’t hear my words
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| I’ll try and explain
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| It all seems so insane
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| You see it’s only 'bout my world
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| I’m living three different lives
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| And for each I’m paying
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| In a world of cheating, child-beating, soul scraping
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| Blind man on the corner
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| Won’t you show me the way? |