| My coat, leave behind my coat and my belt
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| Leave behind my coat and all that
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| I don’t want it back
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| I don’t want it back
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| It’s called undertown and it’s over that way
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| Some people leave in the morning
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| Some people when they go to bed
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| Inside, it’s been rotting for a long time now
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| Ever since I found out
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| I’m not to blame when I get left out
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| My coat, leave behind the looks, magazines and books
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| Don’t want it back
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| Don’t want it back
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| Don’t want it back
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| We’re going away, we’re dropping the lot
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| We’ll take another tack if we ever get stopped
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| It’s the last plan we made before we came unglued
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| It’s the last plan we made before we came unglued
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| Everything I touch is on the blink
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| Gotta find a place to land, find a place to think
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| Who are you people?
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| Who are you people?
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| Who are you people? |