| I know where to go but I know that I shouldn’t go
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| I go anyway, I make myself so miserable
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| I know what to look for, I have made the deals before
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| The men in puffy jackets standing on the street corner
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| They say «Hey», they say «hey kid»
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| They say «Hey», they say «hey kid»
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| And I say, «When will I be free? |
| When will stop torturing me?»
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| Well, I tell myself no, but the words don’t mean a thing
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| I’m not in control
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| I’m like an overthrown king
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| I’ve been up and down these city streets a thousand times
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| But when it’s cold and when it’s late at night it’s hard to find
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| I call every number that I know and they all ring
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| Like cathedral bells on Sunday when no one’s listening
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| They go ding, they go ding dong
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| They go ding, they go ding dong
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| And I go
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| Well, I tell myself no, but the words don’t mean a thing
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| I’m not in control
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| I’m like an overthrown king
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| I tell myself no
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| I tell myself no no no no no oh |