| The night reeks of disdain
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| Foiled plans and stolen bottles of champagne
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| Reunion dance at Delmonico’s and a broken leg
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| A misled riot, two soldiers with nothing better
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| Now one’s lying dead and the other pours over the counter
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| Mr. In and Mr. Out are sloshing 'round the streets while
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| Gordon quietly kills himself
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| A fist of money woes
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| The damn dance at Delmonico’s whose music
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| You have to understand
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| But now Edith wants another man, she says
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| Of course I’ll leave with you
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| As she slips out to the avenue
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| Quite disgusted with her fantasies
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| Of Gordon Sterret romantically
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| This is my vacation and I won’t let you drag me down
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| With a cheap sob story and that plastered-on frown
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| You can’t expect me to give handouts to my ancient friends
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| After all, this is my vacation
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| She’s a Jewel, a regular diamond
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| Gordon, can’t you see?
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| She’d ward away anyone for you
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| If only you would stay
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| She’s a Jewel, a regular diamond
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| Gordon, but who are we to decide?
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| Maybe you wanted to die desperately
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| The streets reek of disdain
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| In and out share breakfast and champagne |
| Jewel wakes up to a half-filled bed
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| Empty bottles on display
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| They’ve reached the top but they demand another floor now
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| We’ve reached the top but we all want another morn now
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| Take us to heaven X 29 |