| It was a hard rain showing me the way
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| Up from here to the fire escape
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| I was caught stuck standing in the flames again
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| Who the hell would you be telling?
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| Everybody knows my secret well
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| It’s a long look stranded in the maze again
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| And it’s a long way back to California
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| And I ain’t got time to cover my tracks
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| How the hell do I return to normal
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| If I’m always ending up flat on my back?
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| Well, these are the golden years
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| Thought I’d never find 'em
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| Or just watch 'em disappear
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| Into the echoes of all the older lovers
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| That still whisper my name around here
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| And it’s one more time to be sure
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| Lorraine ain’t coming 'round here no more
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| Took me eight years to figure out what to do
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| And it’s a stone’s throw back to the old
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| Habits stored in a well worn coat
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| That’s the price needed to pay to face the truth
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| And it’s a long way back to California
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| And I ain’t got time to cover my tracks
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| How the hell do I return to normal
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| If I’m always ending up flat on my back?
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| Well, these are the golden years
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| I thought I’d never find 'em
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| I’d just watch them disappear
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| Into the echoes of all the older lovers
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| That still whisper my name around here
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And it’s a long way back to California
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| And I ain’t got time to cover my tracks |