| didn’t i hear you say your heart’s made out of steel
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| no one’s gonna get so close, no one’s gonna know how you feel
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| now you’re a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b.
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| you say your mind is made up, isn’t that the way that it’s supposed to be and it’s a long way down
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| and it’s a long, long way down
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| walking that tall your head is gonna trip your feet
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| walking with the devil’s fine, just don’t call it looking for sympathy
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| when it’s four a.m. and mister you can’t sleep
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| 'cause your blood’s still rushing at cocaine speed
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| and you know all that you need’s a little baby to say
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| ah mister cool down won’t you let me fade those blues away
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| and it’s a long way down
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| and it’s a long, long way down
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| and when you hit the ground you’re gonna know about it mister let’s you and me see if we can’t make a deal
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| i’ll give you the world and all you’ve gotta do is cry for me the reason it’s a clich
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| is because it’s true
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| the harder you climb, the harder you fall, and that means you
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| so mister hard head, hard nose, hard as steel
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| you’re just a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b.
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| and it’s a long, it’s a long way down
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| and it’s a long, long way down
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| and when you hit the ground you’re gonna know about it |