| In the corner of my eye, I saw you in Rudys'
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| You were very high
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| You were high,
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| It was a cryin' disgrace, They saw your face
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| On the counter, by your keys,
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| Was a book of numbers, and your remedies
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| One one of these, surely will screen out the sorrow
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| But where are you tomorrow
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| I cant cry anymore, while you run around
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| Break away, just when it seems so clear,
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| That it’s over now,
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| Drink your big black cow and get out of here
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| Down to Greene Street, there you go,
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| Looking so outrageous, and they tell you so
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| You should know, how all the pros play the game,
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| You change your name
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| Like a gangster, on the run,
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| You will stagger homeward, to your precious one
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| I’m the one
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| Who must make everything right, talk it out till daylight
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| I dont care anymore, why you run around
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| Break away, just when it seems so clear,
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| That it’s over now,
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| Drink your big black cow and get out of here.
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| So outrageous, so outrageous |