| Told you 'bout living in the U.S. of A
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| Don’t you know that I’m a gangster of love
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| Let me tell you people that I found a new way
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| And I’m tired of all this talk about love
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| And the same old story with a new set of words
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| About the good and the bad and the poor
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| And the times keep on changin'
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| So I’m keepin' on top
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| Of every fat cat who walks through my door
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| I’m a space cowboy
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| Bet you weren’t ready for that
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| I’m a space cowboy
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| I’m sure you know where it’s at
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I was born on this rock
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| And I’ve been travelin' through space
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| Since the moment I first realized
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| What all you fast talkin' cats would do if you could
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| You know, I’m ready for the final surprise
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| There ain’t no way around it
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| Ain’t nothing to say
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| That’s gonna satisfy my soul deep inside
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| All the prayers and surveyors
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| Keep the whole place uptight
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| While it keeps on gettin' darker outside
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| I’m a space cowboy
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| Bet you weren’t ready for that
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| I’m a space cowboy
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| I’m sure you know where it’s at
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I see the show downs, slow downs, lost and found, turn arounds
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| The boys in the military shirts
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| I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies
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| And I don’t let my friends get hurt
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| All you back room schemers, small trip dreamers
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| Better find something new to say
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| Cause you’re the same old story
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| It’s the same old crime
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| And you got some heavy dues to pay
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| I’m a space cowboy
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| Bet you weren’t ready for that
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| I’m a space cowboy
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| I’m sure you know where it’s at
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |