| First, your momma and your poppa sent you to the finest schools
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| Never let it be said that their little darlin' was a fool
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| So with a credit card and your good name
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| You were drawn like a moth to the flame
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| To the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool
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| You had 20/20 vision still you were walkin' 'round blind
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| Yet, whether right or wrong I still tagged along behind
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| But you’re flyin' too high for me
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| And if this is how it’s gotta be
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| Then it’s time to say that you’ll go your way and I’ll go mine
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| Been a gas but I’m gonna have to pass
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| These are not my people, no
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| These are not my people
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| Look like the end, my friend
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| Gotta get in the wind, my friend
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| You find yourself naked in the world with no place to hide
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| Then you felt the pulse of your god and he had died
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| Then your rebels that have got no cause
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| And your tigers that have got no claws
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| They promised you the world on a string but you know they lied
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| Oh, you know you said you’d be back in a black Cadillac limousine
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| But you know I’m inclined to think it’s not the kind that you mean, no
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| 'Cause when you fall down from off your cloud
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| And you’re just another face in the crowd
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| They gonna throw you away like last week’s magazine
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| Been a gas but I’m gonna have to pass
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| These are not my people, no
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| These are not my people
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| Look like the end, my friend
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| Gotta get in the wind, my friend
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| Look like the end, my friend
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| Gotta get in the wind, my friend
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| Look like the end, my friend
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| Gotta get in the wind |