| Looking down at the pavement, about an inch below my nose
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| I realise this falling down, hurts me more and more
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| Where I come from it’s normal to fall flat on your face
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| Well, in this town full of losers, you’re just keeping up the pace
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| Your worth is automatic when you feel that you can’t win
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| It’s hard to know your place in life when your nose just bleeds again
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| Won’t you take me to the Casbah? |
| We’ll both run naked in the sand
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| We’ll do it right into the 23rd century, you can call me what I am
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| With all these grains of concrete that press into my fun
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| I find it quite amusing that just my ass is getting sun
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| I have to ask the question, «Maybe I’m just doing it wrong?»
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| A life change with you just might help to get me through this song
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| It’s hard to be pretentious when you’re resting on your face
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| The trick’s to get back on your feet and doing it with grace
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| Go with your gut reaction, your instincts never lie
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| Don’t tell me what I want to hear, 'cause mercy isn’t kind
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| You gotta do what I ask you, gotta take me from this place
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| Won’t you take me to the Casbah? |
| We’ll both run naked in the sand
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| We’ll do it right into the 23rd century, you can call me what I am
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| Won’t you take me to the Casbah? |
| We’ll both run naked in the sand
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| We’ll do it right into the 23rd century, you can call me what I am |