| Walk by yourself, I’ve offered you my hand in friendship
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| You live alone; |
| don’t want to see in my house
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| You never contend, but you get your seat at ringside
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| You say you’re self-made; |
| least you’re taking the blame
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| You used to take a chance, I remember
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| You used to roll the bones, seems like a long time ago
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| When the chips were down, you left me At the rendezvous, I was on my own
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| CHORUS:
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| Excuse me if I make you nervous
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| But I could never put my trust in a visionary
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| Phone’s dead when you call room service
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| You’re a troublemaker, you’re a mercenary
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| Don’t wear no black dress
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| But you’re a widow maker
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| You want the money
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| Better see your soul, now you’re reaping a sore harvest
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| When the horn sounds, your house it’s gonna be Jericho
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| In the superbowl, your quarterback is broken
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| When the day it comes, see me laughing
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| CHORUS
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| You make me n, n, n, n, nervous
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| Walk by yourself, I’ve offered you my hand in friendship
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| You live alone; |
| don’t want to see in my house
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| You never contend, but you get your seat at ringside
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| You say you’re self-made; |
| at least you’re taking the blame
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| CHORUS TO FADE |