| The last car on the line
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| I guess you’re back doing time
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| The ghost of Christmas past
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| Left Walt Whitman in the trash
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| You started out with nothing but lonely days
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| You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom
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| You started with nothing but throwaways
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| You couldn’t live with me so you moved to
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| Brooklyn
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| Artificial desserts
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| Some have cars some have kids
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| Hit the Pathmark after work
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| Some never been past the bridge
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| You started out with nothing but lonely days
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| You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom
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| You started with nothing but throwaways
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| You couldn’t live with me so you moved to
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| Brooklyn
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| I sometimes lie awake until sunrise
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| Wondering how we become what we despise
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| No more couches to surf
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| Only beaches in your dreams
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| No more trannies near work
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| It’s still a drag walking in Queens
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| It’s all blood money in the bank
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| Somehow some people find the nerve
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| Like the soldiers they thank down in DC
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| If I could only find the words |