| You know the sun is in your eyes
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| And hurricanes and rains black and cloudy skies
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| You're running up and down that hill
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| You turn it on and off at will
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| There's nothing here to thrill
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| Or bring you down
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| And if you've got no other choice
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| You know you can follow my voice
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| Through the dark turns and noise
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| Of this wicked little town
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| Oh Lady Luck has led you here
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| And they're so twisted up
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| They'll twist you up, I fear
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| The pious, hateful and devout
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| You're turning tricks til you're turned out
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| The wind so cold it burns
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| You're burning out and blowing round
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| And if you've got no other choice
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| You know you can follow my voice
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| Through the dark turns and noise
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| Of this
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| Wicked little town
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| The fates are vicious and they're cruel
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| You learn too late you've used two wishes like a fool
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| And then you're someone you are not
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| And Riverdale, it ain't the spot
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| Remember Mrs. Lot
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| And when she turned around
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| And if you've got no other choice
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| You know you can follow my voice
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| Through the dark turns and noise
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| Of this wicked little town |