| Sad lookin' faces
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| On these money makin' races ya
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| A tired child
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| With a soul that’s running wild ya
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| On a saturday subway to a long distant place
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| I’m trying to find just a little bit of pride to laugh and forget your face
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| I don’t understand you, walking away
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| You got intimidated ya
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| Do you glorify that I complete disarray
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| On this sentimental saturday?
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| The strange perfume of the lovers in the room ya
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| The bloody axes of the men who take your taxes ya
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| On a saturday taxi ride to a faraway place
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| I’m tryin' to find just a little inch of pride to smile and forget your face
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| I don’t understand you walkin' away
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| You got intimidated ya
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| Do you glorify that I complete disarray
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| On this sentimental saturday
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| I don’t understand you walkin' away
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| Was I intimidating ya
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| Do you glorify that i complete disarray
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| On this sentimental saturday?
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| I’ve been lost in New York City
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| It ain’t so pretty
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| I’ve been runnin' around the world
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| Without the lover in me
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| I made it all up anyway
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| I don’t understand you walkin' away
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| You got intimidated ya
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| Do you glorify that I complete disarray?
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| I made it all up anyway
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| I don’t understand you walkin' away
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| Was I intimidating ya?
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| Do you glorify that I complete disarray
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| On this sentimental saturday? |