| I saw her today at the reception
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| A glass of wine in her hand
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| I knew she was going
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| To meet her connection
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| I could tell
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| By her blood stained hands
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| You can’t always get
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| What you want
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| You can’t always get
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| What you want
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| No you can’t always get
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| What you want
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| But if you try sometimes
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| Well you might find
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| You get what you need
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| I went down
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| To the Chelsea drug store
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| To get your prescription filled
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| I was standing in line
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| With Mr. Jimmy
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| And man
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| Did he look pretty ill
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| We decided
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| That we would have a soda
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| My favorite flavor vanilla cream
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| And I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
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| And he said one word to me
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| And that was dead
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| You can’t always get
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| What you want
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| You can’t always get
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| What you want
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| No you can’t always get
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| What you want
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| But if you try sometimes
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| Well you might find
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| You get what you need
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| I went down
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| To the demonstration
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| To get my fair share of abuse
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| Saying we’re gonna vent
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| Our frustration
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| And if we don’t we’re gonna blow
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| A fifty amp fuse |