| Walked down Orange Avenue past a pizza shop
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| Walked down Magnolia Avenue past a couch and the Wawa trucks
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| Walked down Colonial past the 7-Elevens and the tattoo shops
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| Sunday morning downtown Orlando
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| Got into my taxi, he’s listening to Cardi B
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| Got into my taxi, it’s raining outside and it’s muggy
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| The air conditioning cracking and irritating my throat
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| Step back into the humidity, the air makes me choke
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| The show in Florida that night felt really good
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| Ben played piano beautifully and his drum machine went thoomp-thoomp-thoomp
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| My singing was stellar and the crowd was swooning to my croon
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| We played «Needles Disney» and the crowd lit up
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| That song got the loudest cheering
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| But when we played a song for the victims of the Orlando shooting
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| The room was quiet and I felt uncomfortable singing it
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| And for reminding them of the tragedy
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| Of what went so horribly wrong down there
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| But it went okay, I just wanted them to know that I cared
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| Afterwards, we drove past the Pulse nightclub
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| In the northern direction of Orange
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| Condos just behind it, quintessential suburban intersection
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| Dunkin Donuts on one corner, a Wendy’s on the other
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| A lone palm shooting up from the blacktop
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| On the other corner, an auto repair shop
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| Forty-nine succulents out front, a memorial to the fallen ones
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| That contrast with the beautiful Florida sun
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| And its laws supporting guns
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| When the people were killed there last June
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| I was up in the sky, on my flight from Bergen to Trondheim
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| See, I called my flight away from there
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| United Airlines Flight 441 to Chicago-O'Hare
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| Stayed up late that night, texting away and talking
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| Steaming my suit in the bathroom
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| I’m gonna look sharp tomorrow, like Christopher Walken in True Romance
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| Tried to call from the flight, beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep me up
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| Had tomatos at a Mediterranean restaurant
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| Got some oranges and bananas from the Walmart
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| Across the street there used to be a Ross, got scarves and hats there
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| In the winter, sentimental about this hotel
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| I’ve been staying here since I can remember
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| Waking up to garbage trucks this morning
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| Didn’t get enough sleep due to my dry cough
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| Many men have flirted with this hotel
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| And the ghosts visit me each time I’m here
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| The times I cried when I visited a granddaughter and to attend her memorial
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| They used to, shared a night here one song
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| The girl from Alabama who insisted
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| I take her for a nice dinner before we slept together, I said
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| «It's 1:30 in the morning and I don’t know a nice spot in Chicago
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| And I’m tired and it’s fucking cold»
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| She said, «Well, in the morning you must at least take me to a nice breakfast»
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| I said, «Well, in the morning I’ve got an early flight to catch to Dallas,
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| Texas»
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| She said, «Okay, as long as there’s a store near your hotel
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| Where I can at least get some beer»
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| «That works for me,» and then I watched her open Gideons' Bible
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| Through a reflection in the mirror
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| And nowadays during my stays, I call my girlfriend
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| And tell her how lonely I feel here
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| Nowadays I call my girlfriend and say «I love and I wish you were here»
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| Gonna sleep a few more hours
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| And grab my 3-pound dumbbells and do 30 minutes of shadowboxing
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| Ask the front desk if they can kindly print some lyrics for my show tonight
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| Well now I just got a phone call from my little sister
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| Tells me of a mass shooting in Las Vegas at a concert last night
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| And Tom Petty died at 66
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| How did I miss this news?
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| The TV’s been plugging sports all day
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| I met Mike and Steve from, we talked about
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| The shooting and Tom Petty and things regarding being middle-aged
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| I said, «Steve, I gotta be honest, I don’t know Tom Petty songs all that well»
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| He said, «There's a perfect one for you to sing tonight
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| It’s called 'Here Comes My Girl'»
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| I said, «I like that one so much better than 'Refugee'»
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| And I wrote the words down backstage sipping on my water
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| Next to a free tray of an assortment of cold cuts and cheeses
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| Great show last night but I got tired about 75% of the way through
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| Don’t remember feeling that tired back when I was playing shows in 1992
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| But I felt good in my suit and my brand new alligator-skin shoes
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| Everybody played those beautiful tunes
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| And the light man set a perfect blue cue
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| I played «Here Comes My Girl» from Tom Petty, it woke me up
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| I told them about how I saw Tom Petty playing with Tommy Tutone
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| When I was just a
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| I dedicated «Exodus» to the people who lost their lives in Las Vegas
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| A somber end to the show
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| That was the end of the concert, live in Chicago |