| sun sets 'cross the ocean
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| I’m a thousand miles from anywhere
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| my pocketbook and my heart both just got stolen
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| and the sun act like she don’t even care
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| the wind blows cold when you reach the top
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| it feels like someone’s face is stuck to the bottom of my shoe
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| I got a plastic Jesus, a cordless telephone for every corner of my room
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| got everybody but you telling me what to do but I’ve been down so long
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| ooh, it can’t be longer still
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| I’ve been down so long
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| that the end must be drawing near
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| I look to everybody but me to answer my prayers
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| 'til I saw an angel in a bathroom
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| who said she saw no one worth saving anywhere
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| and a blind man on the corner said it’s simple, like flipping a coin
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| don’t matter what side it lands on if it’s someone else’s dime
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| but I’ve been down so long
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| ooh, it can’t be longer still
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| we’ve been down so long
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| that the end must be drawing near
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| I take a trip, I catch a train, I catch a plane
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| I got a ticket in my hand
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| and then a man takes my money
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| and like cattle we all stand
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| but we’ve been down so long
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| ooh, it can’t be longer still
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| we’ve been down so long
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| the end must be… I know the end must be…
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| oh, I know the end must be drawing near |