| It’s all you ever asked for,
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| heaven on the avenue.
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| Your name is on the pavement,
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| But everybody walks on by.
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| You do yourself a favour,
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| But no one stops to ask you why.
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| I come down you lock me up in the pretty row of silver screens,
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| and pull me underneath the circus freaks and beauty queens.
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| You put your faith in a pretty liar,
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| You’ll take a walk in the friendly fire with me.
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| You dance around your bunker,
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| Living in your Sunday best.
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| You jumped the ship that sunk ya,
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| But you forgot to wear a vest.
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| You’re floating in the court yard,
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| The promise of a wedding dress.
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| You’re jumping off the platform,
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| The tracks will only leave me there.
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| I come down you lock me up in the pretty row of silver screens,
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| and pull me underneath the circus freaks and beauty queens.
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| You put your faith in a pretty liar,
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| You’ll take a walk in the friendly fire with me.
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| You put your faith in a pretty liar,
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| You’ll take a walk in the friendly fire with me.
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| You put your faith in a pretty liar,
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| You’ll take a walk in the friendly fire with me. |