| Before this world starts up again
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| It’s me and night
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| We wait for the sun
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| The kids and drunks head back inside
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| Well, there’s lots of smart ideas in books I’ve never read
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| When the girls come talk to me, I wish to hell I had
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| (Get up, get up) Turn the ignition
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| (Get up, get up) Fire up the system
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| Play my little part in something big
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| I’ll accept with poise, with grace
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| When they draw my name from the lottery
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| And they’ll say, «All the salt in the world couldn’t melt that ice.»
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| I’m the one who gets away
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| I’m a New Jersey success story
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| And they’ll say, «Lord, give me a chance to shake that hand.»
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| (They'll say)
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| Back when I was younger, I was someone you’d’ve liked
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| Got an old guitar I’ve had for years I’d let you buy
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| And I’ll tell you something else that you ain’t dying enough to know
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| There’s still some living left when your prime comes and goes
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| (Get up, get up) Dance on the ceiling
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| (Get up, get up) Boy, you must be dreaming
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| Rock on young saviour, don’t give up your hopes
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| I’ll accept with poise, with grace
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| When they draw my name from the lottery
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| And they’ll say, «All the salt in the world couldn’t melt that ice.»
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| I’m the one who gets away
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| I’m a New Jersey success story
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| And they’ll say, «Lord, give me a chance to shake that hand.»
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| I have one last wish
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| And it’s from my heart
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| Just let me down
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| Just let me down, easy
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| I’ll accept with poise, with grace
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| When they draw my name from the lottery
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| And they’ll say, «All the salt in the world couldn’t melt that ice.»
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| I’m the one who gets away
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| I’m a New Jersey success story
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| And they’ll say, «Lord, give me a chance to shake his hand.»
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| (They'll say) |